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And our memory in General is lying, giving the opportunity to survive, to try to mitigate the unbearable, covering it a touch of forgetfulness.

Labor - harvested freshness of the senses and energy for me, the fun of cooking to me, the rest after me. Here I life purpose here I am - all life.

Honey, when everything in life goes awry, raise the chin, sweet smile, mix yourself a cocktail and go out and have fun.

You are the master of your thoughts, but your life scary movie, and where there was light, now dark, don't be surprised, it's done.

There are things which it is better not to understand. There are things which better not to remember. And there are places where it is better not to come back. Life is simple, my friend. We always complicate things...

Each one has a picture of the world.
It consists of a thousand little things, a million of cake, handfuls of really important details and lots of stuff that deserves the garbage, but somehow hands do not reach. We write this pattern, adding a brushstroke here, a brushstroke there, we are building a more or less good, cozy Universe, and happy when someone from the outside confirms its accuracy, relevance and usefulness.
If the external disturbance, the word, fact, thing does not fit into the boundaries outlined carved frame, we are ready to fight against the aggressor to the bitter end. Stubborn inmates, we are likely to death will score a liberator, than leave the camera, where he spent so many happy years.
The air of freedom for us is excruciating.

Yes, I think the vast majority of people love to dream. Though some will not admit it, for unknown reasons.
As said Pogodin - Life is a continuous feeling of dreams.
Maybe he's right...

Women stare at their men, left alone with them. Older, bald, funny men, often still not clear about the definition that they - their.
You see, seeing bald.
Not noticing the age.
Drawing the comic in majestic.

No wings, just dying and all, the Caterpillar.

I'm scared I want to live, I want our lives to be Holy, high, and solemn as the vault of heaven. We live! The sun does not rise twice a day, and life is not given twice - go now tenaciously for the rest of your life and save them.

He didn't measure time by the years of his life. He measured his minutes of their experiences.

Life - Homeland, honor - to anybody!

I bitterly ask myself why it is so ridiculous the way life is, the joy that I feel in his presence, can not last forever.

- I want to wish you a riddle: which of all the days of our lives does not come ever? - he asked and, without waiting, answered himself: Tomorrow.