Author of quotes: Narine Abgaryan. Page 4

So we were sitting in each other's arms. And thumping each other's hearts...

And the people have a belief that you want to cheat death - give a dying child the name of his enemy.

And these women can not be different... If you treat them seriously, and wouldn't last a week. So I joke constantly. And you know why? Because the joke prolongs life.

I become angry if you kiss somebody in hand to take his few days of life. And when put on top of the cross - return to him these days and add a year. Out of your life.

... Childhood is the perfect state of mind - all love, no one to hold a grudge.

Life is, where we like. Life is there, where we were waiting.

Let me hug you, razor. You know, when I hug you, I have a renewed life.

For too long we were growing up. For too long learned to separate the wheat from the chaff. The sick - the inability to embrace those who are not able to wait for you.

Indeed, all happy families resemble each other. But universal recipe for happiness, as there was no and no.

The female orgasm - it's such a thing. Intractable. Here it is, but not here. To identify him by circumstantial evidence categorically difficult, if not impossible.
The female orgasm is like the Loch Ness monster. All know what it is, but no one saw. For example, the praying mantis. They are all simple - until you try something they make, you slowly eat. And as you brought the matter to a climax - and saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Blessed is he who is brought, that's how it's called mantis.
How is it called - I don't know. Eat it or not eat - one sense - the light at the end of the tunnel in sight.

It is very difficult to enjoy the full perilous life, when before my eyes constantly flickers the living embodiment of the ten commandments.

You need to take things easier. Does not work now will work later. You certainly will succeed. Most importantly, do not lose heart and do not doubt.
By and large, no matter where you work.
Everywhere life.

I am able to distinguish the air smell and taste. In the spring it smells of cold spring, awakened forest, a blossoming Apple tree, and young nettles. In the summer the air smells of sun-heated tomatoes, bee buzzing, a hot attic roof and blooming bushes of hollyhocks. The fall - rough peach juice, fresh homemade bread and sweet spirit roasted chestnuts. And yet - spicy and salty.
And in winter the air smells so that you do not want to grow up.

... Yet lives the name, lives people.