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The Doctor's smile was truly captivating. He adored shy people — they were usually very helpful. Later.
“Ah,” he muttered, and a faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face. - Who knows? Eternity is a very long time.
Romana's smile faded. Losing hope, finding it and losing it again is too painful
Quote Explanation: Romana was delighted to see the Doctor. However, after his words, I realized that he himself was a prisoner.
Oh, this smile ... My goosebumps, having made three circles on my skin, fainted together. Dysch!
“Back to business, Harry,” Riddle said, catching his breath, a smile still hovering over his face. “Twice - in your past and my future - we met, and twice I failed to kill you. How did you manage to survive?
Using it properly can fool anyone.
Quote Explanation: I read it in a book - said Cy)))
drop - the popular belief contains such a name - but it cannot be said that I was alarmed only because of this parable. No. As soon as Ian told me the terrible news, his memory helpfully threw in the details of the night of Frank's death. While I was driving to Lallibroch, I could not get rid of these intrusive memories.
Isn't love a kind of chaos theory? One quick glance, one smile and one word can change the direction of someone's life forever.
Her smile is both nettles and plantains.
I will dial your number and hear a short funny hello! Or in the network you will write with tenderness telling your mysterious secret ... I will understand everything mentally with you ... Small insults or joy flight ... I feel you with my soul, yours hurts, mine is coming to you ... I am happy when your world laughs, when a smile is on yours mouth ... Everything turns out, is done, it succeeds ... And grandiose plans in dreams ... You are my heart, you are my soul, I know you will achieve everything and we will always be together ... Junett.
His smile was like a sunrise after a long, dark night.
“You are not just a fake, you are a soulless creature.
My main weapon is a smile.
Whatever I feel, I'm always smiling.
No one will ever be able to understand how I feel, and will not hurt me.
Whatever I feel, I'm always smiling.
No one will ever be able to understand how I feel, and will not hurt me.
Have you ever had that? you are happy, you smile, you feel that you are needed. affection, care. what you wanted.
but. there is always a but. somewhere deep you still understand that it's temporary, and this smile, and these people, and this happiness. yes, you are surrounded by care and love, attention, good people. but, no matter how cool, you feel a note of sadness. sadness at the realization that this is an increasing illusion. an illusion that can evaporate at any moment. the illusion you always expect. but when it comes, you still don't feel happy. still something will be wrong!
and then you start putting everything in place. people will leave. the smile on your face will disappear. and there will be no more care and attention. love? it's gone. and it wasn't. you don't remember when you stopped believing in her. year? two ago? I guess. maybe more. it doesn't matter. either way, you'll be alone. one. it's when you comfort yourself with the words "it's better to be alone than to be judged." and you don't know how long it's going to last. if this time everything went faster and a man appeared. again. there was a man, people. again. attention, care. again. love? No.
and everything goes in circles again. Every time.
but. there is always a but. somewhere deep you still understand that it's temporary, and this smile, and these people, and this happiness. yes, you are surrounded by care and love, attention, good people. but, no matter how cool, you feel a note of sadness. sadness at the realization that this is an increasing illusion. an illusion that can evaporate at any moment. the illusion you always expect. but when it comes, you still don't feel happy. still something will be wrong!
and then you start putting everything in place. people will leave. the smile on your face will disappear. and there will be no more care and attention. love? it's gone. and it wasn't. you don't remember when you stopped believing in her. year? two ago? I guess. maybe more. it doesn't matter. either way, you'll be alone. one. it's when you comfort yourself with the words "it's better to be alone than to be judged." and you don't know how long it's going to last. if this time everything went faster and a man appeared. again. there was a man, people. again. attention, care. again. love? No.
and everything goes in circles again. Every time.
Glory has long brought a smile from the sages; it is something, nothing, a word, an illusion, a smoke, and depends more on the style of the historian than on the name that a person leaves behind.
