Author of quotes: Olga Grigorieva

Who knows when there will come a moment that you want to stop relentless time and silently, only one heart will cry out, begging the gods to reverse the sun?

Clouds floated above me, fancy changing, sometimes frightening their appearance, sometimes charu and giving good omens. The clouds could only be the weather to guess correctly, and everything else, not every witch can understand.

Sometimes the less you know, the calmer. Especially if this knowledge changes nothing.

- You may Gorelovsky werewolves loved? - in the voice of a girl sounded a mockery. - In the same way as me?
They wanted my blood, you want my soul - who is merciful?

You can't be afraid of someone you love.

Once people lived here. They cried and laughed, loved and hated, cherished dreams and plans. They had a lot of feelings that burn their souls. Now they are not. They left and took with him his feelings, and nothing will remind the random passer-by neither of them, nor, especially, raged about their passions. But remained a village. The house where furry creatures, hiding in dark corners, waiting for their owners. Fields, where still in the border strip are the terms retained the smell of the donated Churu wines. This made with hands Kopan, which is inhabited by new, unknown people of past tenants. And the existence of all that much more mysterious, more beautiful and more durable than all the senses of the human soul. Over the years, this charm will overshadow everything else, and accidentally stumbled on an ancient settlement of people reverently pulled out of the ground clay svetec or smoked stones tipline. Looking at them, our distant descendant will see pechysche and the forest, and even people who once lived here. And then in his heart will enter your true love. Not the one that warms only two, and one that warms and saves everything, even gods.

What happened to her in captivity, Bel did not want to say, and only repeated: "I Hate, hate, hate..." like a whispered oath.
I was scared. And I had enemies, but her hatred was terrifying. What you need to do to a woman to learn to hate?!

Covert human Affairs, incomprehensible in its meaninglessness...

Strangely, however, each creature, from the huge Snake to the small morasha, there is a house that he keeps in which children grow Yes grandchildren cherishes. Even a wild beast rutting after summer or winter vacations comes back, and only a man can ever leave his home.

All people can believe in heart, not the mind... I Suppose would believe that for the stars I can reach and have reached.

From themselves but from the wrong of his in no the house can not hide, whether it is a Princely mansion or a house in the woods abandoned...

- It is well with you, mother.
It turned out, not hard at all to say the truth... And why not say these words alive, why only the dead splashed their hot flow?
Later... they will warm stiff in the body, will not return from Iria native soul...

Many stars in the sky - each with its own light, its own destiny...

Our I always for the holidays name, please: "Come, Runner, sing". And why not to sing if songs my someone life will become easier? And me with the song handy - it cleans the soul and warms the heart.