Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 4

I would like to ask how you slept with her, with such treacherous, was not afraid that night cut the throat?

As for experience, it is enough to be a fool, but a grown-up jerk.

I can't make happy someone who loves me not.

One morning she gets up and leaves the house - a young, twenty years old, strong as "fuck".

And sometimes the anticipation of love, as "bride", as I call it. Sits the maiden, waiting for the unknown Groom, eyes from the window removes the ass from the bench lifts - perhaps the fate of the pass by? She goes down another street.

Liars are the most gullible creatures in the world. And arrogant - think they are smart, and all around the blind. On and burn out.

When love ends, there are no winners, only losers and deserters.

Over the next ten years he learned a lot of what likes and dislikes, what is in bed; looking, as she lies, brags, cries, gets angry, is happy; such as eating, sleeping, aches; seen with cosmetic masks on the face, drunk, sitting with a book on the toilet; remember and bare, and in evening dresses. But did not understand what the nature of the peace which enveloped him every time she got close, that would neither happened.

I love handsome, no strength, all tremble. With a person of average physical ability can afford anything, but to break a heart only about beauty.

By mid-life in each of us accumulates the need for reassurance. No matter how good the fate, fatigue and loss inevitably leave damp foggy mist that rises up to the throat, punishing us heart weight and derivable cough. This probably has a different recovery, but I know one thing I'd like to get to the ocean.

And I already know how long to warm the heart of a stranger warm, not generating their own. It's damn convenient to adjust the temperature of the medium to share someone's passion, not burning, and cool, not valoragua heart.

Human is to complain, start with snot, to be a fool, to be helpless, vulnerable, loving, suffering, patient, lively. To give not from guile, but from tenderness; ask: "can I see you again this year? and when will you call me? do you love me? I know you"; between Dating wait and cry, not to enter the next appointment into the calendar, not to forget; to hope, not to plan. Not only in love but in business too: not to keep the person, when hurt, disappointment showing all the joy; not to take revenge a year and a half, and scream at the same moment; not to calculate the result, if right now there is courage and want to get into the project head first. This is normal, that's human.

He had a nasty habit of "control the situation": just what came with questions and ready-made solutions. What happened? Who hurt you? You want to punish him? And it was done kind of weird, when it became clear that no one with whom to fight, nothing to resolve, but simply a woman cries because time goes on.

Hell, maybe what I took for love was merely a physical reaction to a member of a certain length, thickness and curvature. Here is the number, eh?