Author of quotes: Christina Kashkan

In the morning I meditate on your back. My gaze wanders from moles to the mole, and the thoughts slowed down, lost among the black dots. I begin to dissolve. Here-here there will come a time when I'm gone. In a little while... But treacherous lips already touch your skin.

- Why do you love me?
I can't answer your question. If I said, for what I like, then I would have liked.
- All the same?
- Love for your mind, for your kindness and love for me, for looks, for caring. But it's not cause of love. It is only small particles. A speck of dust on the miracle that people called Love. No one knows how it arises and how we find each other, sometimes through the distance of thousands of kilometers. This Is The Magic, The Wonder, The Magic! And you want this Miracle to decompose into its constituent parts. So it can only kill.

Addicted to you as cocoa powder in hot milk. And more, no milk powder. Only the taste of the drink on our lips.

What if you believe that this actually happens? People are saying so many words and so little feeling. Let's just believe and let it happen.

As the killer returns to the crime scene, wander in places of our souls touch.

In the game of life all the combinations of winning.

The button "stand by" includes "Disappointment".

When you study any science, be it specialist. With the exception of life. The longer I live, the less it understand.

The word "love" for a reason like "any". When the heart is filled with love, you feel that its worthy of each - without exception.

Sometimes I feel like a puppet with someone pulling the strings. Looking closely, you realize that the puppeteer and the doll - one and the same person.

I don't need you,
I you enjoy.

When I stopped to think about how things "should" be, you know: better than it is and can not be.

The sun shines even tin.

The more you go, the more will come.