If I could kill him and create a new person exactly the same as he is now, I would do so happily. - Sophia Tolstaya

Everyone wants love, but there are so few who can give it. Or else you offer it passionately, selflessly, and it's rejected, your love is not wanted, it's a burden.

We live in such isolation, and here I am again with my silent friend, my diary.

It is always the way, the richer the imagination the poorer the life. One can imagine anything – thousands of different worlds – yet one has to live in one's own little circle.