Author of quotes: Sarah Winman

A wide river ran between love and sex, and the ferryman would never agree to go to the other side.

I didn't cry. But sometimes it seems to me that my blood is leaking from my veins, as if my body was torn and now I am drowning inside myself.

If it makes no sense why everything else? Only he gives us strength and dignity to endure the suffering and continue to live. It is necessary to understand not with your head but with the heart. We must realize the purpose of our suffering.

- We are good together.
Not bad, eh? <...> Well? Since when is "not bad" was the reason for marriage?

I look at these young people and feel not jealousy, but a sense of wonder. They still have all - opening beauty, the endless unfolding lunar landscape of life.

I wonder how the heart sounds when it's broken. He did not attract the attention of viewers, it is not a dramatic sound. Like a swallow, exhausted, falls softly to the ground.

I try too hard to be loved. Always tried. Try to reduce the pain of others. Try very hard, because I can't face their own pain.

February is the shortest month, but lasts indefinitely.

"I missed you," he says. In the chest I hear a sound like the swallow, exhausted, quietly fall to the ground.

Sometimes I open the sliding door and I hear Christmas is coming. Passers-by talking about who is going where and who is going to buy. I listen as clerks, madrasis at the Christmas co-op, yelling songs. Sometimes I crawl out and see how wicked couples making out in dark corners. And think about the fact that this is a stolen soft - start of something or, conversely, the end.

Someone who knows what life is like living.

The coat was white in front, black sleeves and black back; it was tight as the knee, only much less useful. Cold it is, however, not missed, but I was certain it was not because of the quality of the fabric, and only because the cold, barely close to me, dying with laughter.

Recently, my mother started reading us a book about child psychology. It was stated that about feelings you need to talk. We as a result want to shut up forever.

I knew something took me, and instead gave eternal longing for the past, by the past, where there was neither shame nor fear. I now have this longing had a voice, and he was like the howl of a wounded animal, bored at home.