Author of quotes: Victoria Tokareva

I always boasted of my feminine inaccessibility, seeing this as a great virtue, but now I realized that no one claims. Like the joke about the elusive Joe. Elusive because no one catches him. No one needs my virtue like a cherished piece of cheese... <... > Here I am in Paris with my sing point in my chest. So what? I lie alone like an orphan Hasya. Lying alone is for the grave. And during life it is necessary to lie together, exhausted from tenderness, and fall asleep on a hard hot male shoulder.

A smart man is always handsome.

- I have never been treated kindly by the authorities. The apartment they gave me, although the writers ' house was built in full. The country is not given, although it was built and garden. I went from office to office, knocked at doors, but received other. I was back from the General line of the party. I didn't waited. I told them nothing and they are nothing to me. As a homeless person. He is free from the state, and the state is free from it.
- So you're a literary bum?
- No. I'm a single craftsman. Japanese critic called me "the whistle". So I'd Toot his whistle and walked the narrow path.

But back to that bright summer day in the magazine "Youth".
- We are the most famous. "Well, wait!" looks at the whole country, - said Kurland.
Hythe nodded.
- I haven't seen it, ' I said. And it's true. The cartoon just got released.
Since then it has been almost fifty years. I was watching "Nu pogodi!" countless times. I love the unlucky wolf, and I'm a little disgusted with neat Bunny. It seems to me that the wolf Director: Kotenochkin was copied from itself. They are somehow similar - tall, megapixie.

In order to be true - a little love. You also need to be able to ban myself.

There is life experience that gives nothing, except rust on the joints and limescale on the shower.

But the man cannot offer, like the headache. It is necessary to wait, when the pain becomes unbearable, and then he put his hand.

Gratitude also feeling. But it is different from love, as the rose hips from the roses. Like a cat from a tiger. Like the dog from the wolf. Some, but not that...

The forces of evil are as strong as good. God and the Devil - equal rivals.

When a person does good, it cleans the soul.

Dreams are love and wealth. And life is work every day, saving money, suffering, old age and death.

Where does the matter of love, trust, constancy? Where does the substance of betrayal?...

Pity - a good feeling. It keeps the one WHO is sorry. Cleanses, nourishes. How to clean a crystal source with healing water. But pity will not be alive...

Health is a lifestyle and heredity. Your parents. Roots. Prosperity is you, your work. And to be loved is the need to invest to love itself. You're loved? Or only consume someone else's love? I am silent. I don't know what to say to the arguer in me. So, loneliness is our payment for our sins.