Character: Dimitri Belikov

- It is impossible. Here it is impossible to penetrate.
- You really think so? Here you are penetrated.

Bad things happen at any time.

- I still love you.
With... how long?
With... Always.

The idea that you're locked in a cell, cut off from the world was unbearable. It's unfair and wrong. No one should live like this. And then it dawned on me that that's what I'm doing is by choice. Cutting yourself off from the world with guilt and self-flagellation. I given a second chance to live, and I refuse to do it.

- If you teach me to swear in Russian, I may have a new found appreciation for your tongue.
- You swear too much.
- I just Express myself.
- Oh, rose... - He sighed. - It's how you Express yourself, so, in my opinion, nobody knows.

- You always have to fight for control. You're just like me.
- No. I know how to control yourself.
This new understanding gave me the courage.
- No. Don't know how. You pretend everything is fine, and most of the time is really in control. But sometimes you can not. And sometimes... I leaned forward and lowered his voice: - Sometimes you don't want it.

Experiencing guilt. Be sad because of what happened. But move forward. Don't let these feelings destroy me. Forgive yourself.

You can't beat yourself up over something they have no power.

The fact that we want something, doesn't mean it's right.

Sometimes people can be so immersed in the details that they overshadow the fact it is whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's you. You're beautiful. So beautiful that it hurts.

Be happy with what you have, wherever you were, not sosredotachivaja on what you don't.

To survive is not as easy as you think.

I have already refused you. Sometimes love goes away. My left.

The people around can exist without each other.
(People can live together without... without... Can just live there and all.)