Character: Sam. Page 3

We raise children, giving them all our love and knowing that the day will come when they leave us, and that you have to let them go and be glad that their life choices don't coincide with ours. It's sweet and at the same time a bitter confirmation of the fact that we managed to make them older and independent.

Sam, do you have a problem with women?
No, as long as I killed his bride...

It was a normal October morning: blue sky ran fluffy clouds, smelled of rotting pine needles, damp earth and morning freshness.
In the Park, in an old stone fountain, in clear cold water swimming boats yellow leaves. On the ground through multi-colored rug was made green grass. With my every breath, a yellow leaf came off the branch and slowly whirled down to the earth. On old trunks of trees were gilded smoky sunlight, but deep in the folds of the bark remained a shadow. It was quiet, only heard the timid singing of birds.
Sometimes little birds sat on a stone path of the Park. I stood there afraid to breathe, afraid to startle the leaves, the sun's rays through the crown, to scare off the silence.
The sky, the trees, the air was pervaded by a dim light, it was so fascinating and peaceful that I wanted to be this quiet in the fall. It was a drop of sadness, but in her peaceful withering was his triumph. The triumph of the last of the sleeping beauty of nature.

Women are strange people. Go and guess what they have in mind! I think it will make, and before you know it, everything turned topsy-turvy. They naturally are.

I know you hang out here, trying to be invisible under the mask of a doomed loser, but to no avail. You're not invisible, you're huge. You're just confused, you're a candle burning at both ends, but that's fine. And no booze, weed or attitude is going to hide.
- Okay, you're an actor, not a writer. And then it was like molasses in the syrup, as many ears stuck together.

Louise, all of us would be wrong. And you should not blame yourself for that.

Too many people care only about his happiness, absolutely not thinking about what devastating consequences it can have. You wouldn't believe how many kids I have to pick up on the weekends. Drunk, stoned, stoned. Parents or too preoccupied with their own Affairs, or even disappear in an unknown direction, and kids exist in a vacuum, and then go the wrong path.

- How much time can go to experience someone's death? I mean, the death of someone you really loved.
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- Oh-she-she! Well.. - he looked at his mug, then glanced at the shrouded in shadow fields, I doubt this is even possible.
- Wow, how fun!
- No, I'm serious. I really thought a lot about it. You just learn to live with this loss, with your unforgettable. Because they stay with you forever, even went to the other world. Although it is not something unbearable grief that falls on you initially and makes completely irrational to be angry at all the idiots who live happily ever after, while your loved one is already dead. No, it's something, what adapt gradually. As to the hole in the soul. Well, I don't know. As if you were a muffin, and a doughnut.

- This tree is like us. He has no ambition. Maybe you don't have ambition?
The trees and animals without cost. But what without him would be man?
Happy.

To move on is not betraying the memory of someone.

You never know what will happen when you fall from a great height.

Animals know much more than people. Dogs can feel an earthquake. Birds fly half way around the world to find its nest. If people listened to most animals, they would not make so many mistakes.

- Want something?
- Yeah, back off.

Everything in life is important. Including all the decisions that you made.