either once a human heart: the madness, but love,
just love.

Spring is not possible to say: \"Come and run the
need! \"Spring can only say:\" Come and
stay, as long as you can. . . \"

To love is to live a human life, the love.

We forgive as much as you have loved.

love of people have died, lied, and krāpuši
divorced from those who are responsible for their feelings. Love is aizcirtusi door that leads to great riches;
transformed the heroes and villains of lewd
heroes. Love is corrupted, dziedējusi, deprived and distorted. It is a medicine that tune, and poison
Pain. Appetite, antidote, fever, and taste. Love from-
Galena. Love heals. Love is a fucking disease. However, it
is excellent, while not over.

My father taught me how to live, he lived
himself and allowed me to watch.

We are a family - a little strange personality
A set of hand in hand capo through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, invading one another\'s desserts,
hiding shampoo, borrowing money, mūķējot open
aizkritušas locks to izpestītu iespundētos
brothers and sisters, telling each other the pain and healing
them, loving, laughing, supporting and trying to figure out
what exactly is the fine thread that all of us
united. . .

family quarrels - an antiquated love another
repair.

pain and elation place. Flesh and blood. Boil,
surprised baby cries, the joy of salty mothers face. When you\'re here [maternity hospital], you feel that you know what life is key. And so it is. Here
hear the sentimental pačalošanu here feel the same
God\'s presence. But it takes a little while, and come back to-
the sun, pretending that everything forgotten, representation, there are more important things needs to be done. But more important than that already.
Every mother knows the feeling when the heart opens into the basement, and love. Everything else is background
Noise and men.

Children are our messages forever by themselves nepiedzīvosim.

There are only two lasting value of what we want to
our children will inherit. One of these is roots, the other - wings.

I am not able to bring up children, because I myself have
a child. . . I myself am a son. . . Every morning I put myself in the world. . .

you give your child, which you will learn to discover, nurture and educate. Require other answers are the same,
to ask for foreign women give birth to your child.
There are lessons that can be born only of your own
pain, and that they are the most valuable.

Children need more sleep. They snauž day and
night - constantly wants to sleep, to rest from the reality in which they had been so brutally and thrown into the inevitable.

All the world\'s children crying in the same language.