Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 1

And only one night I want to be an empty body - without you. Feel the smells, and not sadness, to enjoy the warmth and cold, and not memories. To freeze, just freeze and not homesick. Leave me alone, o my soul, at least from midnight to dawn. I will return to you without prejudice, and you will again be able to enter into me, to kiss in the eye, habitually Osipov in the chest - from the inside. You potopchutsya and just hang out here, which usually, below the throat, above the nipples, warm and complain again and again. As long as you want. But now, in just one night, let go of the body to be just flesh. I promise to avoid.

There is nothing more beautiful than to love someone at a distance, avoiding not only physical intimacy, but a simple meeting. The perfect Union of two souls, imperishable and insatiable, what can be better?

So lonely, as if going to die soon, right now when there are so many people who are able to understand everything, when there are friends and even make new ones when her husband is patient, but cats are particularly affectionate, I feel that I cut out of my life.

But it was something I finally learned. At least to leave. Not to waste time trying to become her in the company of strangers. Not afraid of missing a hypothetical chance, which is now suddenly a miracle will happen and I shed the rays of his attention, especially that there is no "it" for the foreseeable distance does not exist. Not to explain. Not to make excuses. Not to say goodbye.

Thank you, dear, that you were with me. And now I am moving on.

Maybe he's the new hero of my strange life who will save me from the horror of my own head.

If you are afraid, you attract those who feed on fear.

Seals deprive men of mind, turns into a slavering emotion idiot.

I feel a bit nervous, since not his.

This is not the butterfly, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex and Brontosaurus and Triceratops fluttering in my stomach.

And eyes met, and agreed, - to dance, for a week, a month, a lifetime.

My mother often repeated: "keep your head down, Woe is me. If you do not learn to keep quiet - they'll put you, you'll see. And I'm going to wear pasties". Prison and cakes were somehow inseparable in my mother's understanding, as well as with me "everything was clear", the first thing my mom learned to cook - it they were.

When I try to visualize their ideas about happiness, peace and joy, come to mind different images, but always somewhere in the corner of the image reveals a cat - tri-color, striped or white. She doesn't do anything special, sometimes licking, often asleep, but take it - and harmony will be disturbed.

... happiness is... a lot of things, a lot. But always - "and cats."