Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 3

Only you had it: there was skin under his fingers, the taste of someone else's sweat on the tongue, the hair, which can confuse the fingers, smell, weight. The other person is amazing, if you once let him close, he is tangible, he's breathing, he fills two-thirds of you even when still asleep in the next room. And your hands are busy with my life too, for love is not about feelings, it's about the physical presence of bodies, pulsating hearts, cool lips.
And after all that there comes a time when you need to give up, to be sure to take them out for a spin and break up, to disperse. And then the most striking is the emptiness - you suddenly have nothing in his hands. All that is here was taken, was weighted, filled, - this is no trace. The signals that had just scored all the senses, disappeared from the airwaves. At first it seems that you're blind, deaf and turned to stone at all, as gardening fool. But no, heart, eyes and tongue, nose sniffing, ears flutter in the wind, boots rubbed the heel, the head hurts. Just where have you been man, he was gone, and everything is fine. And you leave thinking different thoughts - as I am now without it like the day after tomorrow to believe that he is, and where's my everything?!

But on the other hand, the hour of the tiger, the darkest before the dawn, when, if not now?

God, I love how you say "Yes", so quietly and decisively, as if some cross the line and the edge of the world ready. And most importantly, is your "Yes" means nothing - I know she is...

Everything is very good now, one of the best periods in life, perhaps. I have enough work, warmth, freedom. But sometimes I feel sharp (and anything else not compensated) demand for special someone who you can tell everything, everything, everything, to cry on his shoulder, perhaps to have sex, and then must immediately kill.

And in General, to forget to postpone life until a certain date, to pay, to leave, to the end of the week, until spring, until the first star.
Then it will be terribly sorry for those missed, in advance of the crossed-out days on the calendar.

Suddenly feel that life loves you. Someone from the start, and someone suddenly comes. You strive for years to get and goes. Already losing hope, when one day she turns around and looks at you. In the eye look, choose from all, and falls in love. And the kind of happiness that does not describe "life is a miracle", the world is yours.

We were both old enough to support such intimacy and not to call her by name.

It's hard to say how much love I had, in a sentimental mood I think that three, good in two, in a fit of honesty come to the conclusion that one. In desperation I think I've never loved anyone.

The key to success in what you do every day, and not in camera flashes aimed at you.

Other people's emotions close seductive, so easy to cause pain to cause tears.

... the idea of the impermanence of the world permeates in his mind, but the mood does not spoil.

With the current Vogue for Christianity somehow forgot that the post is not only a vegetarian diet, but also austerity in all senses. Available in the café Breakfast of the Lenten menu is fine but to not have sex for a couple of months?! Yes, you're crazy, we're real people.

Parted lovers for six months - what kind of fidelity can be discussed, who will suffer, we all live. Changed around - a normal thing, not robots... We proudly refer to the animal origin of man, as if millennia of civilization have been a party. Naked on the streets do not go, need celebrating in designated areas, and how to reach ha, right no restraint on how quickly the monkey wakes up.

The aesthetics of abstinence is not, in principle. Person able to go into work for a few months, is perceived as a mad scientist, nerd, workaholic - in a word, crazy. Not to mention monasticism, which is clearly regarded as a manifestation of religious fanaticism. And "in the world" surely can't be valid reasons for chastity, moderation - and that is suspicious.