Author of quotes: Lydia Obukhova

Every woman always can suddenly come a point when it completely ceases to think anything. A little something is wrong, slightly off course, something was not entered into her calculations, and starts to panic. That is why it was considered earlier that the woman on the ship - unfortunately, it was not luck, just an observation.

If people like the fair, was assessed by the teeth, then it could be sold for good money and the customers, especially bargain would not.

No, nothing is forgotten. Nothing passes by. Let otchityvayasj, wave memory gives respite for a while it becomes smooth, like pale green marble: her lather slotted branched lightning.

The beauty of the world in the eyes that looked at her.

Love is the connective tissue. It gathers together all of our disparate impressions of the man, deftly prashivaet in their speculation, and now walks the earth a magical figure with arms and legs.

A person can cleverly beat not only good words, and good deeds, remaining essentially rubbish.

People are like traffic lights. Some of them go, cut off from all the red fire: "do Not touch me!". Other - open, soul wide open: green. Still others wary. Who knows what will meet? Yellow.

For a while the heart contained in itself so much that itself has expanded. No, never the unhappy love does not bring evil person! She brings him only good.

It happens that the separated person is closer than returning after this long separation, because in the memory we stored under mothballs, without any change, and live the life he returns smelling of her new winds, new ideas, new wrinkles, and to all this it is necessary to re-adjust.

Man is like an iceberg. Melts more than it puts out. Each most recognized simpleton has the briefcase which he never shows to anybody. But where we concluded the most important thing.

The taste is not so much to find good things, how not to buy bad.