frankness [Theme] Page 11

Candor, of course, is now in Vogue. Often this is a great smokescreen to hide the true thoughts.

If you no longer love me, that doesn't mean I stopped loving you. Are you this calm? God, even in a nightmare I could not imagine that admit a man in love, knowing that he will answer me, but sometimes, it is worth to be honest...

In fact, I have myself to blame: it is not necessary too to be Frank with your parents - they will use this honesty against you.

My room has a phone but no friends with whom I could pootkrovennichat.

They are so much bound and so many years they spent under the same roof that now spoke to each other no less frankly than ourselves.

Frankness has its limits, beyond which it is considered indiscreet.

Yes, it will not be easy, because I since the childhood with the experts weren't talking. In that time I have told them the truth and did not understand what the harm of disclosure. But now I understand.

No one can force another to open. We can only wait.

Do not open to every man to your heart that he bad not thank you.

People feel uncomfortable when talking about himself. Give him a mask and he'll tell you the whole truth.
(Man is least himself when he talks in his own behalf. But give him a mask and he will tell the truth.)
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.

Coram tecum me saepe eadem haec agere conantem deterruit paene subrusticus pudor quidam, quae nunc exprimam absens audacious, epistola enin non erubescit.
At meetings I often wanted to tell you about it, but I kept some almost savage shame; now, being away, I'll be more honest - because the letter does not blush.

You know, one you could load me it and is not angry for life.

Stretched to eternity the shadows of the evening,
Daily resentment predsmertnoe gentle.
A false value is empty revelations
Obvious to all, and this is ridiculous.
Can not see the face of the inevitability of a terrible,
Where the flame is roaring and the impotent water.
The soul flies away to heaven by a dove -
She will not die, will never die.

Why? For what? Why can't you be a man and just tell me that you love me no longer? Why do you have to destroy me?