Character: Joan Madou. Page 1

For the same things you can find good and bad words. This changes nothing.

We have only one life, it is short, it is fleeting...

- Ravic - she said a quiet, choked voice. - Whatever you think about me, I'm indifferent. I often lied. And I will lie! After all, you just want. Joao dropped the photo off the table. She fell the image up, and Ravic saw that this is not the man with whom Joan was once in the "Cloche d'or". - All you want, ' she continued scornfully. - Do not lie, do not lie! Tell only the truth! And tell you the truth and you can't make it. No one hates her! But I cheated often. And you don't. You I never wanted to cheat.

I trust the body. It knows better what he wants than the head, which God knows what will climb.

... The words spoken in the dark - how can they be true? For real words need bright light.
- How do you know all this?
- Because I love you.
How she handles that word, Ravic thought. Not thinking like an empty vessel. It fills the need and then calls love. I've filled this vessel! Fear of loneliness, the anticipation of another "I", excessive self-esteem. Unsteady reflection of reality in the mirror of imagination!
But who managed to grasp the essence? Is what I said about old age together, not the height of folly? And perhaps, for all its thoughtlessness it is not closer to the truth than I? Why am I sitting here on a winter's night, in the interval between the two wars, and roll truism definitely school mentor? Why resist, instead of headlong rush into the maelstrom - let in anything and not believing?...

- And you're not going to grow old. Life will not leave your face no trace, she just gently touch it and it will become even more beautiful. One becomes old only when it feels nothing.
- No, when it does not like.

... let's go slowly. Past all of these cafes where people sit who have only one concern - to be happy and not look for any arguments in his defense.

The night time stands. Are only watch.

- I was incredibly unhappy.
How long?
A week or so.
- Not too long.
Is an eternity if you're really unhappy. I was so miserable the whole, completely, what my grief was exhausted. Unhappy was my hair, my body, my bed, even my clothes. I was so full of grief that the whole world ceased to exist for me. And when nothing else exists, unhappiness ceases to be a misfortune. After all, there is nothing to compare it to. And that leaves one empty. And then it passes and gradually come to life.

I am happy and want you to be happy too. I am extremely happy. You, and only you in my mind when I Wake and when to sleep. The other I know nothing. I think about both of us, and in my head like silver bells ringing... And sometimes like a violin playing... the streets are full of us like music... Sometimes the music break in the human voice, the sight goes through the picture, like a scene from the movie... But the music... Sounds all the time...

Who do gone, he is silent.

- Love is when people belong together. Forever.
Forever, he thought. Old children's fairy tale. Because even the minute and that will not keep!

- You're never afraid.
- I have nothing to fear. It's not the same.

When it comes to detail, you can ask, and if we are talking about the importance - ever.