Character: Cordelia

No, we are not the first in the human race,
Who longed for good and got in trouble.

It's not very flattering because of the hypocrisy, the wind does not throw words and do good without promises.

You gave life to me, my good Lord,
raised and loved. In gratitude
I'm the same you cry: love you, honor
And listen.
Probably when I get married
Part of tenderness, care and love
I'll tell my husband.

Of erzebet, you seem nervous - chuckled Grayson, who obviously enjoyed sarcastic at me. - Am I really so terrible?
- Anyone who does not agree with this, slices you will cut, - I muttered, knowing full well how exhausting the workout wizard. Even standing on my feet, I slightly lifted my head to see his face. - And then another, and otpishite to others was science.

But while there are seven of us, a warm summer night, the chirring of cicadas in the grass, the smell of flowers coming from the garden. The castle, illuminated by lights, a glass of wine in hand, the first stars kindled in the sky, the quiet, unhurried conversation. Rustling tree leaves, amazing tranquility and harmony with the whole world.
It's all good. For this I will fight on.

It is important that someone celebrate our existence. People are the only mirror in which we see ourselves. The scope of all values. All the virtues and all the vices in people. In the Universe, as such, they are not. Solitary confinement is a punishment in any culture.

If the need arises, life can be stowed in a single suitcase. Ask yourself what you really need, and the answer will surprise you. You can easily throw unfinished projects, unpaid bills and diaries, with enough room for a flannel pajamas you like to wear on rainy afternoons, pebble heart, given to your child, and a shabby little books that you reread in April of each year, because it fell in love when I read it for the first time. It turns out that it's not what you have accumulated over the years, and what little you can carry with you.

Time discovers that hiding the folds of deceit.

... you can't make it happen at will!

... fence with his goodness - all the same that to fight the sea, her strokes soften and lose strength.

It is necessary to solve the problem, step by step... it is Necessary to divide the infinite future into five-minute blocks and take them one by one.

In recent weeks, these "if" was more than enough. It is time to change the record to "let live".

Care who have no other motives, but his own peace, is the final defeat. There is not even the grain of the future victory.

- I thought, what do you see meaning in everything...
- In the abstract. Actually, just stumbling along in the darkness with the rest of the created world, bumping into something and wondering why it hurts so much.