Character: Louise Clark

How could you?! - wanted to scream to me. - How can you look at it, if you know, how are you going to do with her?

Would you be keen on leggy blondes, who from afar can smell how much money you have in the account.

Funny shoes.
What do you mean?
- They are not from this world.
Why?
In this world there live people who are tired of life itself.

- Tell me something good.
- When I was little, my favorite outfit was the bee tights.
- Bee tights?
- In black and yellow stripes.
Oh, My God.
- Have you ever loved something so much?
Yes.

- I don't like movies.
- What?
- Movies with subtitles.
What? Doesn't your school taught you to read?

... despair is a sin and only labor will help to cope with depression.

... love, for me, was the equivalent of pain.

... sooner or later changes.

Not having to get their own children, I have learned a few important things about what it means to be a parent. Whatever you do, you'll still be wrong. If you're violent, or authoritarian, or careless, you will certainly hurt the fragile soul of his ward. If you're a loving, attentive and will praise your mentee for even the most minor achievements - say, if he managed not to oversleep in the morning or to refrain from Smoking during the day - it's like getting out of hand. I found out that if you are a parent, de facto, all of the above remains in force, but you don't have those powers that you're supposed to be endowed with, because the food and service his ward.

- Mom, you're not going to get a divorce, right? - swallowed me.
She immediately opened her eyes:
- To get a divorce?! Louise, I'm a good Catholic. And Catholics don't get divorced. They just force their husbands to suffer until the end of the century.

... some things require more time than others.

And she really was drowning. Drowning in a sea of fears, guilt and remorse.

... so important that there are people who can say a very simple word: No. It's not your fault. You're really not to blame.

Sometimes it seemed to me that all of us dragged the abyss of grief, but we refuse to admit to the others that are going under.