Author of quotes: Victoria Tokareva. Page 3

There is always something nagging in the scenes of parting. Every separation is separation. And every separation is a mini - death.

He just helped himself to live. Unbearable to live with a heavy heart and carry the stone in his bosom. When you forgive, it's easier to breathe.

Kostya was bearded, with a bald spot on the crown, a cosy and cheerful. He liked everything: the food, the people, adversity, all that is life. He loved to live.

- I can beat him?
- Hardly. He's stronger than you. And sassier. Don't mess.
- Yes?
- Well, of course. There are people that do not have contact.
- Then he'll think he won.
- Let him think what he wants. You forget. For it is most offensive.
- What?
Something that you forget...

You could, of course, find yourself another application, but Lara knew how to do was love, and she knew nothing. The ability to love is a priceless gift. But in this case, this gift has worked against her. It happens.

Mother of Lara, Olga Stepanovna, often walked this heartbreaking scene: late morning, almost a day, he sits in pajamas on mom and trying to open her eyes. Says: "Mother, open your eyes". But Lara depression. She does not want to open eyes and start a new day, another day in this false, deceitful life.

Each person carries eight volts. Lara, rather, in Lara it was eight volts of love, adoration and admiration.

You dumped me?
- You know, Lara... we Have no future. I have my life and can not change. This means, I'm just stealing your time. You're young and can still do with your life. But I am confused at your feet...
- Do you love me? - directly asked Lara.
- It solves nothing. Love is not words it is actions. And action will not.

A month has passed. Stas didn't call Lara. Hid in new manuscript. He worked every day from morning to evening, a kind of literary binge. For literature he added a natural, alcoholic.

Elena was not a believer. It seemed to her that the man is a small plant which produces a current. Hence the light, called the aura. And when a person dies, switch dies and the current is no longer coming. The blood stops, the process stops. Point.

Liter was absolutely not her type: tall, sultry Moldovan. Such Elena said: "Handsome" - with the accent on the last vowel. It seemed to her that beauty is bestowed at the expense of intelligence and talent. And why is male beauty?

The phones are busy and people are busy - each with their own Affairs and traditions. And I have, incidentally, also the family is. And wife is similar to Rembrandt's wife. She may also want to take off, and she went to the store. I'll be back.
We can work with her to get out of the house and take off together.
Time... I take off the white shirt.
Two... go Back to the window and look at the scenery.
Three... the door Opens, and there the wife with a shopping bag.
- Do you love me? - asked the frightened wife, if only for this and come.
- Love.
Very?
Very.
- And how much?
Very, very, very... I say with conviction.
How do you this tone you say... - confused wife carries a shopping bag into the kitchen.

When someone is concerned about the fate of humanity, it is not necessary to distract him. Because it is a very rare quality - to think about someone other than yourself.

A man without traditions is naked.