Author of quotes: Eugene Nichiporuk. Page 3

We outsmarted time. While making love, you live. As long as you live - make love. While love live. If love - live. Whoever does not love does not live. So corny and so clean. In the dirtiest place on earth, among the blood and dust, we found a simple and pure truth. We chased each other in the frame when between love and life, it became possible to put an equal sign. This is the top. What everyone dreams when you're twenty-five years, you had fifty lovers or mistresses, but love did not come. This, to death, did not exist. But now there is. On, take it!
If you feel bad, you need to write... to Write letters to someone who they will never be able to read. Taking out all my pain and suffering to the paper, and immediately becomes easier. So you let their demons out for a walk. Who knows, maybe they like to walk, and they never come back...

Memory cannot be burned, but it may be time to hide.

The first time I hurt you by accident. I wanted without pain, and pleasure, but it is always accompanied by pain. All you have to pay.

We were so excited about the beauty of the wounds that he forgot about the pain. We, as bewitched, looked at the drop, like buds of roses, the ragged red edge, and the tears ran down our cheeks, and we all tore and tore our bodies and souls. Took out each other's hearts and put them in Golden trays that red gold has helped to recall the sunset in the desert, in the valley of the pharaohs... red gold...
Before the eyes of all floated... only you... And the crowd shouted, "Go!!! Come on!!!" They didn't know it was rape, the fight, which seemed like a bad dream, actually gives us the wild fun... we knew We found each other. We knew we found something real and true...

I will never give up.
all that is, I divide in half.
in half, but there are tears and pain...
eh need to share it with you?

dreams are shattered on the rocks of reality
Coca-Cola fizzled - the new mirages.
sex is just love without formalities
without ambiguities and lies.

don't want to die and have.
pulse music is once interrupted.
a limited amount of time
all we were given... at least in Russia, at least in Yemen.
In General it's not so bad
should we be different from God...
we were even better... we just - and "enough!"
and he always has to hurt.

tired stars
wise views.
us later, sooner,
but it is necessary to sacrifice.
lay on the maps
who will be the salvation.
look for signs
believe in luck.

Our love a little more
than this vast sky.
Smile warmer and thinner.
Hotter summer.
But in principle all that matters,
after all, we've been on the edge.
You have to be very brave,
to say I LOVE.

My thoughts - the little men. They danced to the sounds of random melodies, trembling, fear of brutality, dying, losing a small yellow speck on the horizon. They rise again only when you whisper my worth only the lips, shrivelled and tangled in a dream, to pronounce a terrible curse, look to the new day. My little, naughty, stupid, running to the sunset men... They know nothing about life. They don't know what the attraction of the earth have power to resist which it is impossible that the music - the laughter of God, faith - light, money - all the air - shit! I think! I can still think! I can see the sky and break it into its component colors with one light pointing look. If I want my little men will rush there in the distance. I think, therefore I run!

... to run longer, you need to understand, to understand, and then come what may.

We must love each other, hand to touch will find the right now the truth - there is someone who needs your warmth, and so want this heat to give!
- Take it! It's yours!

I'm on the cold floor... On his knees.
Sure right are drawn the shadows.
Tears and red... But very honest.
For the pain in my heart will always have a place...

You are who you've become. You're you. And you can't hate yourself for it. But love is also not impossible. And here you just live. Live to die one day.