Author of quotes: Maria Sveshnikova

Love is like thirst in the desert. Physiological needs are inexhaustible.

Each converted happiness or timid illusion in its currency, knowing with whom to share account, and who to put on the first number.

The beginning of life with someone similar to the scales - one side is freedom and on the other - do not believe the same freedom. Only the first one is called "I am Free", the second "Free not just me." If you want to limit someone's freedom, start with yourself.

Indeed, we live with the R. soul to soul: then I told him there spit, he is me...

...we're always somewhere in between, but never together.

I always carried on a strange relationship, more precisely, on some illusion of a relationship. Yes, that I loved them. Loved the ambiguity, instability, sharp, like hundreds of needles, experiences, sometimes becoming violent games.

My apartment does not smell fresh coffee Davidoff, and no one is making blueberry pancakes for Breakfast, and no husband, from which comes the aroma of toothpaste. But there is MasterCard, but the absence of the owner I'm struggling to survive and not break.

- You all have, so let.
- I don't have you. You are so naive.

Forgive me for stupidity. It just pains me.

Each of us was truly free. After all, who but us knows what freedom is when you are in handcuffs, not thinking about where the hidden key.

I don't want to sleep with anyone, no one to bury in the neck. I told myself that even if it is fate, it is too soon for us to be together. What we risk missing important turns of fate. And then came the realization that life is here now.

Can't decide what's harder to pull a smile when I want to cry, or hide the pig happy?

Never understood this expression - "go to the people", and that I, "animal" and live in the barn, or what?

Care from men is how to jump with a parachute, the days of torment and doubt, many moments of restraining instinct to attack - that one decisive step and freedom.