Author of quotes: Renata Litvinova. Page 2

Beauty is always individual, there are no canons, it is permissible to madness, otherness anyone. Beauty is always Divine, there is God. Beautiful people are never haughty, they are always friendly and warm, they do not mind to smile, say a kind word, make a continual effort to speak friendly tone.

I don't believe in the failed geniuses. If you are talented, you will succeed.

Why do you have to be in the jet? I think it is rather wrong. Need to be separately. A beautiful waterfall. Or river. Or even the sea. Or sky.

I think the handicap is contained in any profession. A profession is a job. Unless the person is created to work?

Strong people difficulties makes us stronger and, ironically, more alive, and the weak become evil, and it destroys them.

In the fall, too, is a positive. Don't be afraid. Even depressed I like to fall for some time, it happens to me nutritional. And to be always in some kind of stability, contentment... It seems to me that a piece of meat and not people. People have to suffer!

I fall in love - they have more power than the ebb. I invigorate difficulties.

I have noticed throughout my life that crises are for me the most favorite time. I have this rather desperate. And I love to go down on him. It is so nutritious. Probably weird, but I'm trying to completely surrender to this feeling. Not all are itself, to store, Yes enjoy. Despair stimulates to something new. Gives thoughts, emotions, forces us to move on.

Everything is achievable, but not now, maybe tomorrow?

Single women have a long conversation on the phone.

A woman should excite the man, to create him an interesting pastime, to decorate the life. But she must do her life separate from the family, to engage in their own career. There must be something, otherwise the man is bored with her.

I believe luck everyone, but not everyone knows how to use it.

If you are someone you truly love, he will love you too, he just has no chance to avoid it.

Men know that about women you know: Leo Tolstoy, and even the great womanizer Czechs nothing about us and didn't understand.