Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 5

It really is most likely to occur in the spring, although there were in the autumn, at a time when everything changes. It's all in bloom or fade, water begin to leak or freeze, and you suddenly feel the silk, your body is wrinkled and curls, smoothes and cling, not to know, to what or to whom. See yourself in silk, and his neighbor - silver because they begin to feel that you're surrounded by an impenetrable cool, gleaming solid crust, through which not prioratise. And then Woe to them, others because you like and not waiting, but someone has to come closer, to pass the border without noticing it, and for it to disrupt all the flowers, collect fruit and get all the prizes, it is necessary or not. And while it is not so easy and lonely that look fly, step, another, and then think, why do I feet? after all, to fly faster, if I just silk, just a scarf. And it's stupid to ask, what are your plans for the summer or "what are you doing this winter," - who, me? Nothing to tell, nothing to boast of because of your earthly travels and your victories no place for me, and I have no knowledge neither about himself nor about the future, except one, and my soon to be love.

Even stamped inflatable girls differ from each other technical characteristics, and meat and all original, each in its own way.

Anyone who raises voice at you has that right. Surely he knows "what you did last summer".

To bring someone joy - one of the greatest pleasures on earth.

Happiness is when you do something and you do it.

Unfulfilled love is like a Golden face with a dead chick inside. Throw a pity, to believe that birds would not - impossible. Form remains impeccable, wear it near the heart, but the stench all the stronger.

Force to deter, but to stop clinging.

Her always admired the autumn and the slowness of the relationship when here's to you, green tree, and two months later, only the bare black branches, and so easy to compare the status a week ago with the present day, but absolutely impossible to grasp what has changed between yesterday and today. And when the withering lasts for years and does not notice when the man is, and when it is not, after all, a few looks back it's kind of remained a shadow.

Foundling is not necessarily a kitten or a baby in a basket left on the doorstep by an unknown villain (because the offhand attempt to shift responsibility on another's shoulders - a kind of evil). A woman twenty-six years could suddenly be a foundling, whose fate is not evil and not good, indifferent - I'll give in good hands and leave, not looking back.

But a few days I will remember how he smiled, leaning. I remember what it looks like when he comes back. Raise your head, and it hangs from above, smiling and looking affectionately impossible - nothing promising, wraps you, and you helplessly watch as inside all first fills the tenderness and then the bottom grows fiery stalk. The only thing a woman can do in this situation is to lean on his shoulder, slightly turning his head to inhale the scent and close your eyes.

The contemplation of this man's first darling, put me in such profound disbelief that I would have drowned them, not to take me to the surface second, an equally strong feeling of boredom. I refuse to believe that all this was real happiness, real sadness, because the dry residue of the senses fits into a lovely gesture. Slightly, in tinoisamoa diluted hand rotation left hand drop-down flower, and uttered some apology, "but I... loved him..."

Faye Reagan believed that this is all a consequence of the extreme sensitivity of the separation were too hard, because was some kind of circuit burned out tube, and continue to suffer-she could not.
A very convenient property of the psyche - at least for her.

Not jealous of those women who cheat, and those who do not believe that you are loved...

- You okay?
And he answered:
Yes. Well... As too many strawberries...
I, of course, held his breath, and he said:
- I love strawberries. To madness. Would eat and eat pounds. But bring the market bucket. And she is lying, smell, you eat, eat... And then no more.
- Do not you?
- No, why, can. Just next will not be so good. And then the stomach ache. I need to rest.
I was clever and understood everything. And so bitter was because the strawberry can't be the strawberry. More specifically, it may, but even then at all. But so that temporarily cease to be sweet and fragrant, to give bitterness, but then again, no.