Author of quotes: Oksana Robski. Page 2

It is impossible to drive this Volkswagen. When you go on "Mercedes", you meet at least "Mercedes", and now I even "Opel" honking and cooing. Horror.

I was pleased to worry about men, understanding that I'm worried about men.
In my life again it happens!

If unfortunately not be treated as a misfortune, then there is no misadventure.

Thoughts were spinning like a broken carousel.
In a circle.

I began to look around.
Was surprised to find how many handsome men around. Strangely, it seemed to me that there are freaks.

I thought that soon my hunger hallucinations. And I may be able to predict the future.
The future of all kinds of pastry seemed bleak. Humanity by leaps and bounds moving in the direction of a healthy lifestyle and so do not be surprised if very soon the bakers would be illegal. And French bakeries will be transferred to the cellars with a false guise of "Strip club".

She was talking nasty and cynically joked that she was always the first indication of the origin of this feeling.

Humanity tend the herd. And about those distracting, to say that they are abnormal. Long live the crazy! Without them it would be so boring!
Interesting, but I'm crazy. I hope so.

I might be a writer. This is the same as many of my friends for no reason at all be fashion designers or interior designers. They think that the more to sew on a sequin jacket next to the tattered lace and burlap, and even orange fur good - the more chances that you recognize talent. And tab it all so confident that those who don't like it, just afraid to admit it. Not to pass people with a bad taste.

As bored in an empty apartment! Absolutely no sense of self-importance. Nobody's boss. No husband, no son, no maids. Nor even a dog.

Crows like paper airplanes.
How they manage to fly, by flapping their wings?
And even then Masha, though...

Just you can imagine what he will do with it?
Such a stupid fall. Leaves color separation.
And the same color of the wine in our glasses. With the smell of banana. The more wine, the less smell.
Cold. No one is sitting on "the Porch".
Just us. Ya Kate. Anton and Angela. Wrap up in blankets and breathe the gas from the heaters.
I'm watching the ravens. They circle above us in a chaotic fluid movement.

Only to me it reminds the race of the children in the sandbox: when what is happening seems important only to them, and everyone looked graciously at best with curiosity.

The first time I stretched from ear to ear when we have a summer camp chick died. Since smiling all the time. When others cry.
I once broke up with her boyfriend. He betrayed me. And had the biggest smile.
Although I was ready to cry. And he looked at my smile and felt nothing. Thought I - anyway. If I had a little more still, I would have cried. And his pride would not be so hurt. Then he told me several years called.