Character: Thomas Harvey

The wise in the rules is the exception.

- Is it worth having such a long conversation at such an early hour?
- And why not? Where do we hurry? Why don't you talk? Think often happens when two people can talk heart to heart? Well? Why did you get off the train and left?
- In life there are such moments... If I hadn't done it, I would have regretted it. I wanted for once in my life - not to obey.
- Well, what is it you did not obey?
- Circumstances... Weekdays... Well, different names but the meaning is one.

She loved me like a warm wind in your face; and I thought she could join the Council of Ministers, good-naturedly inquiring, does she write?

Human relationships are infinitely varied; I've seen a huge interest in the dark situation rasplyvetsya the simplest solution, sometimes nothing.

Who said "But", he says and "B" if it is not torture.

So is gone, arose and went, as if it was not.

Not once I watched this perfect absorption of one substance by another. I've never been able to establish where the true beginning of this commitment is so strong that not even a desire to possess the encounter with the gaze, hand, voice, laughter, joke - are a relief, so powerful among the stopped life obsession, the only being that happiness equals salvation.

When the transfer of the individual authors tend to be absorbed by the FAS, but no one wants to admit the value of the profile. Times profile pointed out to me the second person in one. I'm only in that case don't think about it, if the profile and the FAS equal spiritual balance. But it occurs so rarely that is the exception.

Among the crew, relatives, porters, blacks, Chinese, passengers, agents and beggars, mountains of Luggage crash of the wheels I saw the greatest act of calmness, loyalty to yourself to the last detail, calm, considering the circumstances, almost depraved, so inimitable, flawless and the picture has descended the ladder of the unknown of a young girl, apparently a poor but seemed gifted with talents to subdue the place, people and things.

Who said "A", he will say "B" if it is not torture.

Nothing could so suddenly closer to someone else's life, as the phone - leaving us invisible, and immediately upon our request - to remove, as if we haven't talked at all.

Sooner or later, in old age or in the Prime of life, calling us Unfulfilled, and we look around, trying to understand whence came the call. Then, waking up in the midst of his world, painful spohvatilas and treasuring every day we look at life, the whole being trying to see, begins to come true Unfulfilled?

Each person - not often, not artificially, but by itself, and only on very good among others are just good days comes the need to look back, even to be what it once was.

There are things which are in their content. Whisper in my ear can sometimes shake like thunder, and thunder to cause an explosion of laughter.