Author of quotes: Eugene Nichiporuk. Page 4

Hurts is not when hit on the head with a vase, and when Nasr in the heart!
Here is the pain!
To shake want. To run and hide. On wall pumping.
What to do in order to wash the heart?

The door to the balcony was open, and the street in the room burst into the cold air. We really liked when the room was cold. So frosty that to get out from under the blanket was the equivalent of death. So more appreciate the warmth of a loved one. Pressed up against him and realize that he gives you life.

If you want to survive, learn to fight. We live in a war, where every man for himself. Some gather in flocks, making it easier to chew the throat alone. But anyone can betray, to throw, to tear apart even the person with whom he many times fought for total piece of happiness. And only the crazies like us come up with something bigger and try to go to the end. I'm now going alone. But you're somewhere nearby. If you weren't, how could I go?
I would also then did not.

All we can do is to run at the speed of 180 km/h, until upremsya into the wall. Pure white wall, which we color red and black...

We also had the goal of self - destruction. And we've chosen the twisted way to commit suicide. I decided to live for real.

... She's just lurking and waiting... One day the pain will come and tear your heart to pieces. No matter what day it is, whatever you do, with whom you will be...

You're fun, and I'm depressed.
At the temple of the cross. Miss and go again. Not enough for me.

Then I met you. At the heart was a lot of emptiness. It can be filled with pain or you. It so happened that it was published second. I didn't know that you, too, will turn into pain. I had no idea that to love means to lose...

To live life to the fullest. If you quickly accelerate, it will not catch up.

I wanted to squeeze out of this moment the best. Every drop of happiness to squeeze and put in the heart. It came to an end. It could end up quite. Hurt so much... When happiness is no more.

They're used to the rain. Rain is a part of their lives. Eternal rain. If you want to cry, not to cry. Too much around the water. This life makes of Petersburgers is very strong and impervious to disasters. They won't be impressed snot. They dream about the sun, about money, about the white airplane flying to the white sand on the distant beach. And at night they dance in the light of thousands of small, bright, sunlight... Smile, kiss, give each other playing любOFF.

Love has many faces. Love sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, and sometimes she's like an angry wild cat, grimacing, hisses and a moment strikes you in the face, to scratch my eyes out. Fear of such love.

We will have everything we want! The main thing - do not be afraid!

We must live as burn! But it is not going to make it. And then life will end.