Author of quotes: Ilya Стогoff. Page 3

... Man - this is not what you see but what's inside. The wrapper body is wrapped candy, and we called her, not the wrapper. I never associated the man with his appearance. Even in relationships with women people interested me far more than his body. A woman can be fantastically beautiful in appearance and still be a complete idiot inside. Several times I tried sex with breathtaking beautiful women - it was exercise. Never in my life I never had to buy prostitution. The girls had a little, but they were the best.

Now imagine that you're a woman and you pay only if you have the baby. Once a year you need someone to give birth, and nobody Fucks! And how can we conceive, if there is no sex? But you know: no one shalt beget, shall they remain without money. And here you sit and wait, when did you finally someone get out of it? Someone, you know, have this woman to fuck. So all of this together and is called inspiration.

- As children! No matter who you ask - all the problems! Everyone was miserable and ***ing love! Only I have everything in order.
- Who do you love?
- Light beer.

Weather reminiscent of the virgin that all figured out, just haven't found someone to sleep with.

The hands resembled the mating dance of the crabs. Crab lovers have lost their heads.

The road makes sense if this is the road home.
Everything makes sense if it helps you get where you need to be.
The road home is complicated. To move in a straight line - always easier. But what if the straight road takes you where you do not intend to go? In this case, it is very important to stop, to turn around and go the other way... where are waiting for.
You can not unfold. Don't be surprised if in this case you will be in the ass, which will not get out never.

Since I know the secret of Western Prosperity. White people live well, not because we are able to work and others do not, and not because they have some particularly efficient economy.
It's much easier: wearing a white pants only because in places that are not indicated on the map, Nude-colored car with manual transmission these pants they sewed.

Is it possible to wear black leather jackets and be a good person? Or so: whether it is possible to walk around in black leather jackets, tight ripped jeans and rock-and-roll tishukaj and be a real Saint?
What is sin? What is love? How can I live in this strange world? I mean: what do I do to PROPERLY live life in this strange world?
I remembered who wore the black leather jackets of the priest, and it seemed to me that I know the correct answer.

- Since the morning I broke a nail.
- Do not worry. Buy a new one.

The most unpleasant day of the week is Saturday. You still live last week. Sunday already know that the weekend is over and go back to work soon... but in Saturday to do nothing.

Sad for the mortal passage of time, and if we knew the trail, which takes us to today, yesterday, forever becoming, who would have jumped up and ran to erect outposts, just to keep the moment rolling?
Alas! How sad have these thoughts...