Quotes from the book “They Promised You to Me” by Elchin Safarli

QUOTES FROM ELCHIN SAFARLI’S BOOK “THEY WERE PROMISED TO ME”

Every night I close my eyes and go back to looking for you.

Happiness is a character trait. Some people have the nature to wait for it all the time, others constantly search for it, and still others find it everywhere.

It’s not like there’s no way without you, without you there’s no point.

The longer you wait, the more likely it is that you are waiting in the wrong place.

Stabs in the back are most often inflicted by those whom you protect with your chest.

In every separation there is hidden a new meeting.

Every woman looks for her reflection in the eyes of a man.

I hate myself for missing you unbearably.

No one will enter your position, everyone will remain in their own.

You don’t learn wisdom from others, you come to it yourself, getting back on your feet after each new blow of fate.

You're too frank, that's why you get burned so badly.

You consider life in the past to be your present. Here's the mistake.

The main thing is not to let trifles get to you. Hear, see and stay away from them.

Nothing remarkable has happened in my life for a long time. Continuous repetitions day after day. Down to the smallest detail. The hellish trill of the alarm clock, which is tempting to throw it off the balcony.

I wanted you for myself, all of you. In love there is a bright and quiet jealousy, growing from the desire to belong to all seasons of your other half. It’s like squeezing warm coastal sand that doesn’t belong to anyone in your fist, but feeling it pour out of your hand.

If a woman receives attention and care from a man, even a friend, she involuntarily thinks about the possibility of being together.

The condition of a woman is directly related to the condition of the man next to her.

But I want you to remember one thing: I don’t regret anything and I won’t regret anything. We have each other - that's the main thing. Everything else is a prefix, an ending or... self-deception. Love you

It’s easy for others to say, “Don’t take it to heart.” How can they know what the depth of your heart is? And where is it close for him?

I now understand that I have loved you for a long time. This feeling lived deeply, deeply, I never gave it free rein. It was friendship. Completely sincere, without female expectations that spoil a lot. If you wait and don’t get it in the end, all the brightest things are replaced by hatred. It was enough for me to have you around. Not two steps away from me, not on the next chair. You were in my life and that was enough. Yes, there were men whom I loved too. But not like that.

I miss. This is the only explanation for my craving for the past. No advice or psychotechnics help. You can only come to terms with it, try to be bored more and more quietly, with the hope of someday learning to just remember.

You can’t put off your dream until later; giving it up because of “something important” is actually giving up because of your own cowardice. Do not believe in your strength, prefer the usual warm swamp.

We are used to putting everything off until tomorrow, but we need to become happy today. How important it is to realize that you have no reason to be unhappy right now.

“Your” people stay with you, no matter how much you whine, no matter how you scream, no matter how much you disappear. They just exist, they are happy to open the door for you, extend their hands, share a sandwich.

There is no such thing as a right choice in reality; there are only choices made and their consequences.

It seemed to me that she had left my life and gone into someone else’s. And there she gives love, without which I am suffocating, I’m about to stop living. Selfishness of love.

It’s like sulking at a loved one - you get angry, you don’t look him in the eyes, knowing that you will instantly thaw out, but you need to sulk - for prevention.

It's so hard to find the right words to hold you back. This is probably due to the fact that I understand the pointlessness of these attempts.

Men turn to women for comfort or salvation. You saved me. I found family in you. Now I’ll say a banality: the life of two people is much happier when the desire to understand is more important than to be understood; when the desire to do something pleasant does not conceal plans to receive something in return, even gratitude. When love does not change even to love, but is only given.

We women of big cities have become too men. We weaned ourselves from the desire to trust the opposite sex, to show the weakness that is in us by nature, no matter how much we argue with it. We are afraid to admit to ourselves how sometimes we want to hug someone and bury our nose in their cheek. Life is beautiful when someone's cheek needs your nose.

- Son, remember, a man should not force a woman to live in uncertainty. Then love will definitely be replaced by hatred, sooner or later. They know how to love even while waiting. It’s us, men, when a woman leaves for a while, we begin to mentally or openly look for a replacement for her. If you know you won't come back, better tell the truth. She will cry, but she will accept it. Just don't neglect her. This is something women definitely don’t deserve.

At a certain period of life, we meet a certain person who is necessary precisely during this period. Such a strange law of attraction, such a mutually beneficial salvation. We spend some time together, then we definitely separate. Because each of us needs to move on, enter a new, next period of our destiny.

Silence is your best friend. Verified. She doesn't need anything from you. She just sits next to you and fills you with peace. Just don't confuse silence with silence.

“To have someone close to you, even though he may be different from you, is a great happiness.” It is more valuable than any other joys in life. All problems, almost all, can be solved, and as for freedom... sooner or later, any person gets tired of the time of “doing whatever they want.” A life of self-indulgence is empty. - Therefore, I will also indulge your whims. I choose you.

Do you know what is the worst thing in life? Give up. This is the easiest thing. Is it difficult, sitting at the bottom of a well, to look up and say that there is no salvation? As easy as pie! It’s much more difficult to climb up, break down and try again, centimeter by centimeter.

We are able to quickly say goodbye to any of the bad habits - quit smoking, give up alcohol, stop overeating on sweets before bed. But there are some things that are beyond willpower. Forget or fall out of love, for example. Everything that is born in the heart remains in it forever.

What kind of life is this in search of truth, which some call the meaning of life, others call hope? We harass ourselves and those who are with us, trying to determine time, looking for a point of support in the day we have lived and, having found nothing, we say that life is hard, difficult, unbearable. Endless searches, hopeless torment, and the main mistake is that we do not see in life its very essence - love.

I haven’t seen anything wrong with my own loneliness for a long time. People greatly exaggerate the importance of relationships between two people. Yes, it’s important, but it’s not so important that it dissolves in torment like pop in a glass of water. Everything is much simpler. Yes means it’s good, no means it will be. And if it doesn’t, then that’s how it was supposed to be. Or maybe I didn’t want it that much. From time to time it is useful to give in to the flow. By clinging to something, we miss something more important.

I know only one reason for the collapsed relationship, it has nothing to do with the stamp in the passport. Understatement. It all starts with her. Words, emotions, suspicions, doubts are held back, remain inside, rot. This can go on for several years, then an explosion - and nothing but emptiness.

But do you know why breakups often happen? Because even in a couple, the development of people is inevitable. We discover something new for ourselves, and this new goes against the new of the person who led us to this new. If this development is uneven or has a different direction, then there will be separation. What if we try to accept new each other? Then the path of the two can continue.

Let's get off our butts and send away the illusions we've painted our lives with. Stop spending time with men and women we have not loved and will never love. Loneliness laughs at those who hide from it in illusions. We will return to it sooner or later, disappointed to the last drop of blood.

Still, women are much better than men. We are brainless egoists, narcissistic whiners. We do too much for the sake of public opinion. And women believe in us to the last and, I am sure that many, if I shared my thoughts with them, would say: “No, my Vanya (Vano, Johan, John, Juan or Yahya) is not like that!” They are able to find excuses for us - that is their absolute advantage.

Nothing, don't look for anyone in the crowd. What we need is already close to us. We are just used to looking far ahead. It would be better to take a closer look at what is at arm's length.

When a woman decides to give herself to a man, she certainly wants to know his origins. Surrendering is not a single physical action, it is a process, growing into what becomes most dear. A woman needs it: to know what his day was like before their day. It is shameful for a man, hugging a woman, to look into where events and people live that used to be real for her.

I'll be honest with you: sometimes my mind travels back to the past. Not because here, today, next to you, I lack something. You are different. You are my tangible present. And what remains there, in the past, are the undercurrents of the oceans, which gradually change the landscape, but never disappear. I'm sure it's the same for you.

She said “I have the right to love,” not “I have the right to love.” This is where true selflessness is: when you love, within yourself, silently, without asking questions, without hoping for an answer. This is the main advantage of a woman.

And now I stand under the quiet night sky and understand that life is all about freedom. But this does not mean allowing yourself what you cannot afford for some reason or taboo. These are not drugs for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And do not seek salvation in the arms of unloved people. Freedom is the ability to move in any direction. Go and listen to your desires. Do not think about money and the notorious moral duty, conditions, circumstances. It would seem that such freedom cannot be afforded - it looks too reckless. But it's easy if you want to. You just need to understand everything and take the first step. Forward.

I learned by heart the scheme of correct life. In it you need to rejoice at every grain of sand on the summer coast; resist inner pain, distracted by rainbow shades; love people and learn to give them the accumulated warmth. The main thing in it is to believe in a new day, thanking the sky for the passing one. Yes, I know her from cover to cover! But this does not mean that I can extend this scheme to my life, like inserting new glass into an old frame. It's not that easy. Especially when old wounds ache. The biggest nonsense is that time heals them. It treats you with an antiseptic and applies a bandage, which sooner or later will still be torn off by the wind of another disappointment. Not a single beginning, not a single continuation can do without them.

When a person behaves like a complete pig, this is normal. This happens to everyone. Therefore, there is no point in being offended. But when someone behaves like an intellectual, aristocratic and high-ranking last pig, it will piss the dead off!

You seem to be living well, your days are not bad, you have seven pairs of good shoes, you don’t have much money, and the food in the refrigerator is often tasty, rarely healthy. It happens that you feel sad to yourself in the evenings, but the morning is wise because it sweeps the night’s crumbs off the table. There are people around, they smile at you when they meet. You seem to be almost friends, but in reality you are just comrades. They ask: “Well, how are you doing?” And you, hiding the boil from your worries, answer: “Everything is fine.” Then you go somewhere to sit, order a Caesar salad or something more serious and talk about what you don’t want to talk about at all. About work, worries, and also about who has problems, how and since when. The last one is important. This is adrenaline, this is optimism in its purest form.

It’s just that he recovered from the defeat, shook himself up, and it seems that now everything should be better - how could it be otherwise, because so much has been experienced that one can even hope for a reward. But life prefers to fill the pauses between events with the most destructive, sometimes unbearable - waiting. This is a kind of test of necessity - if what we are waiting for is really what we need, then we will endure the pause with honor.

Still, growing up makes a person sadder. Yes, of course, there are people who, by middle age, realize the futility of shed tears. But they will still never dry up in our eyes, no matter what you do. And then these wise people change their attitude towards the present, just to live the second part of their lives with a smile inside. Convincedly happy people were once certainly unhappy.

For me, male loneliness is more difficult - because of the inexhaustible strength that, according to everyone, should be in us. You are not allowed to talk about fatigue. You can't, you're a man! And then the words remain in you, turning into dense gray snowdrifts that do not melt with the onset of spring, and much later. Then the excess of the unspoken forces you to distance yourself, to leave, because it’s easier this way, you don’t expect anything from anyone, no one evaluates you.

Someone goes after their own, albeit small, happiness. Someone is eating up the remains of the last days of life, in which there were also dreams, aspirations, attempts to find what seemed to be lacking. Life is never guided by the rule “equal for everyone.” For one it increases, for another it decreases.

Everyone has their own truth, but the truth is always the same. Before going down to the metro, I smoke near the winter embankment. Fog, wet wind hits your face. The waves toss and turn under the cracked crust of ice, go into the distance, disappearing into the white milk of the hanging fog. Well, the edge of the world, just the edge of the world.

I can’t rely on anything - it’s pointless to look for salvation in someone or something, only I myself can create something that will save me. Every feeling is a blood clot. It seems that I was turned inside out, and I got used to living in this situation. I go to bed early. In the evenings I hear his voice, I see his flickering shadow. I rush towards it, there is emptiness. It’s better to sleep so as not to see or hear this. I don't dream - that's a huge relief. My life, my real life, began when a man I called Weather entered it. Then he left forever, but my life did not end. It continues. Without him. But with two pieces of it - my heart and the baby that is under my heart.

We wait for love within ourselves, in the quiet backwater of our loneliness, not realizing that we are being deceived. That the long-awaited knock on the door will not sound, and a savior with a brave heart will not appear on the threshold. It's all in books, it's all in Hollywood movies. Everything is beautiful there - life is faster than ours, people are fitter and stronger than us, the scenery is newer and more expensive than those that surround us. What about in real life? Beautiful in another way, painful in another way. And this is not bad at all, maybe even good. We cry differently - with salty and real tears. But we have the right to choose the plot: we play life the way we want, and they don’t shout at us, demanding that we repeat the take for the tenth time. We ourselves are the directors of our own destinies. Maybe true happiness lies in this freedom?..

The only thing you need when you're overwhelmed with memories is coffee and cigarettes. They just don't make you sick. They fill and imbue you with the freshness of the first sensations, as if everything had just happened. The feeling is like when everything important is over long ago, the past is mourned, but suddenly you flinch from a random profile on the street - and everything starts all over again.

But, you know, I was probably looking forward to summer so much that I would miss autumn again. Through the slightly cold air and sad twilight. Wrap yourself in a scarf, warm your hands in your pockets... I'm crazy, right? All year I was in a hurry for summer, it came - and that’s it, I’m burning out. And it’s not the heat, I don’t get tired of it. It’s just that my character is more like autumn.

Life doesn't like being asked to do something. It initially contains everything we need; we just have to see it in the general abundance and get what we want. You must, no matter what, be able to wait out the storm, and when the sun appears, it will flood everything at once and without limit.

Cynicism is needed to resist, like cement to bricks, so that a house is not destroyed by bad weather. And sincerity... No one refused it, but let’s give it to those who appreciate it. Throwing it around in order to prove your superiority to someone, like, look what a heart I have, or to change someone else - impenetrable - in this way... Nonsense! Those who don’t want to see the light will never see it, even if you hang spotlights all over the world, it’s useless.

Autumn... She appeared in the city suddenly, although according to the calendar it was the right time. The sweltering weeks ended abruptly, as if they had been expelled. In the evening it began to rain, and in the morning the sun was already dull. During these hot, almost three months of summer, we have completely lost the habit of contrasts. We forgot that we live in a mood city. Today there is a smell of autumn coolness outside the window. I love this season. A time when you don’t need to prove anything, to get used to something. Everything is as it is. A time of silent reconciliation with the different colors of life.

Once upon a time with you, I wanted to stretch the day twice so that I could be with you twice as long, read your thoughts in your eyes and even see how you frown and shrug if I admitted that I would be late at work. Such news, of course, upset you, but I voiced it with the hope of seeing your frowning eyebrows. This was another confirmation of love. A man is pleased to know that a woman is upset by his absence. We cherish our egoism.

My loneliness is male. Internal. Without voicing thoughts, everything to yourself, even with a considerable amount of physical contact. Our loneliness is directed inward. It’s not for nothing that the word “selfishness” is masculine. Women believe that men are rarely capable of loving someone other than themselves. Like, they themselves are to blame, because they choose their stupid freedom. Ephemeral freedom, when you have no obligations to your family, having the opportunity to lie down in front of the TV with a can of beer at any time. “If you love and care for someone, even if it is unrequited love, you are happy. Men are not given such happiness at all,” women say, and it’s not for me to try to dissuade them.

... where every night thousands of women turn to the wall with one thought: “well, hug, hug,” where every morning thousands of men wake up with the thought of what reason to come up with today for returning home late.

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Elchin Safarli (Azerbaijani: Elçin Səfərli) is a modern writer and journalist. Born on March 12, 1984 in the city of Baku. He lived in Istanbul for many years, which was reflected in the writer’s early work: his first novels, which topped the sales lists of the Russian book market [source not specified for 484 days], take place in Turkey. The author writes in Russian, talking about Eastern culture, life and traditions in a language understandable to Russians - apparently, this is the secret of his success. Safarli gained fame as the “second Orkhan Pamuk” immediately after the release of his first book, “Sweet Salt of the Bosphorus.”

In 2011, a short film “Alone with Everyone” was shot about Safarli (directed by Sergei Sarakhanov).

Elchin’s books are literally full of quotes, especially “They promised me you...” and “I’ll be back”

“They promised me you...” Elchin Safarli is a novel by the writer.

It is impossible to rediscover the beauty of the world without losing something important. In place of what was lost, empty spaces of bottomless ravines remain. And trying to fill them, you begin to appreciate life more. Let our losses be a test for us, but not torture.

I behave self-confidently, inadvertently discussing something that resonates with pain inside. No matter how much of a man you are, sometimes your anti-tank armor gets rusty.

Fernando’s words: “I kept waiting for the one that would become my destiny to appear. Just like in the books. It's rare for anyone to be so lucky. Personally, I was unlucky... Brother, don’t set the bar high in your personal life. Our halves are also the fruit of our efforts. It is possible to sculpt what you wanted. Not right away, of course. With time. We men are most often to blame for our loneliness, subconsciously choosing freedom

It's strange why people are mourned when they die, but children are not mourned when they grow up. After all, this sweet child will no longer be there when he grows up.

I’m in the kitchen with the windows open, and behind them is the chilled city. Sad, coughing. A big city where your dreams come true for someone else. Let be.

To conquer the peak of loneliness means to come to terms with the great illusion of the correctness of your path.

City of childhood. He is a five-hour drive from the bustling metropolis, where every night thousands of women turn to the wall with one thought, “well, hug, hug,” where every morning thousands of men wake up with the thought of what reason to come up with today for returning home late.

— Cranberry, did you know that happiness in Indonesian is “bitch”?

Everything is much simpler. Yes means it’s good, no means it will be. And if it doesn’t, then that’s how it should have been. Or maybe I didn’t want it that much.

A man, even despite the armor of selfishness, understands that a woman is better. We just don’t admit it out loud - solidarity from generation to generation. What if this stops you from respecting us, from considering us men? Although a man is far from having a penis between his legs, it is also a caring desire to close the window when she is cold, but is silent about it. A man is worried about her, even when they are not together.

“First I will fall in love with the very thought of him, then with the plus of dough, the pod with arms and legs, and then with the chubby-cheeked man putting his legs in his mouth.

The headphones on your iPod kept getting tangled, and you frowned childishly as you tried to separate them. You are just about to throw them away in a fit of irritation and dash into the subway without music, when you suddenly laugh, carefreely explaining: “They are not getting confused in order to annoy me. It's just that the left earphone loves the right one. They hug. This is Love".

There is no love without sacrifice. Either you compromise your principles or your possibilities. The main thing is that sacrifices are made voluntarily, with an open heart, otherwise some people live in self-deception in the name of the idea of marriage, for the sake of children, for the sake of the feelings that were once overwhelming when looking at their partner. By filling someone's life, they empty their own.

- The ellipsis is the approaching end, isn't it? - Not at all, son. - But there is a large amount of doubt in it... - Uncertainty. And even in the foggiest uncertainty there is hope. I'm not that much of an optimist, but I believe that people are stronger than circumstances.

“Will I ever be able to think about this without pain?”

- Of course you can, Waterfall. - But when?! - When you bring melancholy to its highest point, and everything goes away, although it is unknown, with or without you. Or when you come back many times, letting go little by little. It is impossible to quickly overcome the pain, it will not work.

- You know, now I really want, at least for an hour, such a little pocket fairy, like from the old Disney cartoon about the sleeping beauty. So that she would say “bibidi-babodibum” and everything would work out and smooth out. It's back. Maybe not everything, but the main thing.

- When a person behaves like a complete pig, this is normal. This happens to everyone, no one is immune from it. Therefore, there is no point in being offended. But when someone behaves like an intellectual, aristocratic and high-ranking last pig, it will drive the dead crazy! Why can’t it be normal, like a human being?!

- Any woman is waiting for someone who will take responsibility for her, and no one likes to make final decisions.

- You have to look for your happiness. Mentally attract...

Men marry out of boredom, women out of curiosity

I know only one reason for the collapsed relationship, it has nothing to do with the stamp in the passport. Understatement. It all starts with her.

When did I turn from a sensitive child into a cynical brute?..

There's nothing worse than clinging to ghosts. So you will be left empty-handed. Well, say goodbye, like a polite boy, say “see you soon.” In the end, be glad you had it.

A fisherman does not fish in a storm, but waits for the sea to calm down

Silence is your best friend. Verified. She doesn't need anything from you. She just sits next to you and fills you with peace. Just don't confuse silence with silence.

The calm before the storm is an opportunity, but the silence that comes after it is much more important. She smooths out the wrinkles of time, blows away the dust from the heart...

Look back only to appreciate the path you have traveled.

Love is the very thing that makes you want to live.

We wait for love within ourselves, in the quiet backwater of our loneliness, not realizing that we are being deceived.

Loneliness, on the contrary, complicates everything: you dig and dig, but in the end you end up throwing the shovel and lying down in a hole you dug with your own hands.

The morning is beautiful, it is not merciless, like the night, which makes you remember what you want to forget. The morning is wiser than the evening - it’s banal as hell, but it’s true.

Love. Everything begins with her, and everything continues with her. This subtle matter appears like a mirage, bypasses our intellectual traps, lulls control, confuses the mind, deceives memory.

Everything that is born in the heart remains in it forever.

The reason for external changes should be sought internally.

Women are great dreamers... And let our men laugh at us - we do not grasp the whole dream as a whole, but break it into as many parts, bringing it to life piece by piece

Am I really expecting fruit from a tree that only bears flowers?

You serenely begin to wait precisely when you have nothing to wait for.

Lack of desires signals powerlessness.

Insomnia is hell.

Modern people hide their embarrassment under waterproof foundations, and their shame spots under the chocolate tan of a solarium.

A man is pleased to know that a woman is upset by his absence. We cherish our egoism.

A mental hangover after intoxication with love, destroyed pride, lack of faith and wandering through a labyrinth of doubts.

In a world where they throw around words, smile out of spite at former or unfulfilled ones, compare brands and volumes of Coelho, value above all that which will already live in the trash heap tomorrow.

Sometimes it is useful to surrender to the flow, not to think about where is reality and where is fiction.

It is believed that if a woman receives attention and care from a man, even a friend, she involuntarily thinks about the possibility of being together.

Mental burns do not heal quickly.

When one door closes in our face, we forget that another will certainly open. In a different place, under different circumstances, but it will definitely open.

Everything that, from my point of view, cannot be explained, I call either “bullshit” or “love”

The beauty of life in one moment.

In love there are no preparations - everything is born in the process.

Relatives, unlike acquaintances and friends, will not play with you. They are for the truth, and it is not always sweet and soft.

I can’t help but believe dogs - their eyes are deeper than human eyes.

Usually this cannot be done with men; it is not worth digging into their past at all, it’s just pure disappointment.

You need to become happy today.

You want friendship, but the kind where silence is more eloquent than any words, and actions prove what cannot be proven in words. Now you value in a relationship not what you receive and give, but what you simply value together.

You girls have the desire to lose weight and bake pies at the same time.

“We, women of big cities, have become too men. We weaned ourselves from the desire to trust the opposite sex, to show the weakness that is in us by nature, no matter how much we argue with it. We are afraid to admit to ourselves how sometimes we want to hug someone and bury our nose in their cheek. Life is beautiful when someone's cheek needs your nose."

The desire to become a mother should come to a woman simultaneously with love for the man with whom she wants to raise them.

The most important thing is when you are heard.

Drink one large mug of coffee for two, live through the winter with thoughts of summer Italy, then eventually escape there to visit cafes in sunny squares and gorge on cheese ravioli.

We quickly stop saying important things to each other.

Memories? They are like your favorite soft scarf around your neck, with which sooner or later you will decide to hang yourself.

And dogs, unlike people, have a good memory for good things and a bad memory for bad things.

And what happened “before” - these games of success, shoes that cost half a salary, comparisons wrapped up in other people’s stories - all this is bullshit compared to ordinary spaghetti, cooked by your favorite hands.

In one beautiful dream of my youth, you were promised to me...

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If you ask how I live without you, I simply don’t know.

When you do everything the way even the closest person wants, it’s not that it’s uninteresting, but it’s simply not your life, and sooner or later it will turn into disappointment.

Raising herself on her elbow, she looked at me with an endless feeling of life. The room smelled of pine needles, the remnants of a warm dawn. "We're having a baby."

Again, a strange feeling, as if important threads were about to break, and I couldn’t do anything.

Don't look in the crowd. Nothing. No one. All that really matters is next to you.

We are used to putting everything off until tomorrow, but we need to become happy today. How important it is to realize that you have no reason to be unhappy right now.

Sometimes not getting what you want is also luck. The fact that none of my childhood fantasies came true taught me to be more self-reliant. Achieve everything on your own.

There is a power in the heart of every person that helps to get what they want. She will not give you peace until you reach the very point you were striving for. Everything is possible under one condition: to really want what you are going for.

Still, your hometown is a high concentration of impressions. Not something specific, but everything at once. Strong, weak, joyful and sad - in such a powerful flow that you simply choke.

Now I listen only to the feelings that I experience in the present, no looking back or throwing myself into the future. Tomorrow will be tomorrow.

So we are often asked for something, and we, absorbed in our troubles, do not immediately delve into what they want from us. And when we finally understand, an answer is no longer required, they simply have not expected anything from us for a long time.

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I silently hand him the money and take the rabbit. He was the last one in the box; he would probably have been slaughtered today. A couple of dirty banknotes is the price of one life. Yes, it's just a rabbit, but even in their seemingly doomed lives, fate is involved. Out of a box with a dozen long-eared brothers, only the one that survived is now trembling in my wicker bag.

I love it when you talk to me, I like the fact that you don’t always approve of my actions, and your harsh assessment of everything I do, and your careful tenderness... I don’t know how, but I will do anything for you.

It’s like sulking at a loved one - you get angry, you don’t look him in the eyes, knowing that you will instantly thaw out, but you need to sulk - for prevention.

There is always the possibility of change. On this path, you can win the most important prize, or you can become complete strangers to each other, especially if one dwells in the past, and the other rushes to the future. Salvation is in your hands - they should not open.

Final separation between two people never happens unless both have reconciled.

“To have someone close to you, even though he may be different from you, is a great happiness.” It is more valuable than any other joys in life. All problems, almost all, can be solved, and as for freedom... sooner or later, any person gets tired of the time of “doing whatever they want.” Life for the sake of following your whims is empty.

- Therefore, I will also follow your whims. I choose you.

It seems to me that I left childhood, but did not reach my destination - “adulthood”. So I live on the bus.

It is impossible to find happiness in yourself without trying it in the arms of at least one person.

You don’t learn wisdom from others, you come to it yourself, getting back on your feet after each new blow of fate.

There are two sides to everything. This one and this one. And they are completely different. With age, the line between good and evil should not blur. Vice versa. The sooner you learn to define this boundary in everything, the sooner you will part with youthful throwing. And because of them, you can confuse the correct, albeit long, path with the short, but erroneous one. Learn to wait, learn to choose, treat everything individually.

To understand another person, you need to constantly work in this relationship, and not admire yourself.

Without the ability to have time, it is impossible to control yourself.

In every separation there is hidden a new meeting.

Everyone has their own truth, but the truth is always the same.

You need to look for support not in a friend or a cigarette. In yourself.

Illusions are kites launched into the sky of the future. Sooner or later they will be blown away by the wind.

It’s not like there’s no way without you, without you there’s no point.

I often look for you within myself - and I find you.

It’s easy for others to say, “Don’t take it to heart.” How can they know what the depth of your heart is? And where is it close for him?

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