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- Fascist Italy. Nazi Germany ... The entire modern world.

Oh, how annoying are those to whom our hearts do not care and whose choice fell on us, while we did not choose them at all! Strangers that we don't want to know about, whose death we would be as indifferent as their lives... meanwhile, they fill our existence.

A million feelings, just not love…

Миллион чувств, только не любовь…

It was terrible to know that he was now in this very city, maybe even somewhere nearby, but I can't see or talk to him because he doesn't love me. I can't be with him for a minute, we can't spend even those scrap hours together that no one else needs - say, from an hour to three in the middle of the week.

I don't know why I made things sadder and sadder; as if a dark cloud had risen from the depths of the soul; it was so hard for me that I cried, I cried bitterly... I have a father and a mother, but I am an orphan: I am alone in the whole white world, I feel with horror that I do not love anyone. It's scary! Whoever you look at, everyone loves someone; I'm all strangers - I want to love and I can't.

- Most birds were created to fly. Being locked up for them means limiting the ability to fly, and not a different way of being. - ... - You, for your part, were created to be loved. Therefore, for you to live as if you are unloved is a limitation of your ability, and not a way of being.

Why do people kill those who leave them? Because they are suffocated by pain and anger, and they cannot bear these feelings.

After long tears, this kind of oral contract took place between us: first, I will never leave Marfa Petrovna and will always remain her husband; second, without her permission I will not go anywhere; third, I will never have a permanent mistress; fourth, for this Marfa Petrovna sometimes allows me to take a look at the hay girls, but not otherwise than with her secret knowledge; fifth, God forbid me to love a woman from our class; sixth, if, in case of something, God forbid, some kind of passion, big and serious, visits me, then I must open myself to Marfa Petrovna.

Feeling unloved, Marius himself refused to love.

There is no relationship. And the development of relations.
Female myth.
You love the man or dislike.
And what here to develop?

- You say that like not to love whisky is a crime! - brianna protested, smiling at Roger above the Cup.
He raised his eyebrows and severe tone, said:
- But, my dear, here Scotland. And dislike whiskey - surely a crime!
- Oh, that's how! - brianna exclaimed, imitating a Scottish accent. - We can only hope that it does not provide the death penalty!

I will not forget this pain,
I'll never forget the shame and fear
When I was sinking down
To thee these orders.

The lens friends and friends unnecessary
Our happiness long knock infidelity worries

Smoke from such a life, of course - there is no love!