People tend to reach for others. As much as we're not humiliated as much as we paid, we still hope that anything but even one man will take us for what we are.
Many start to understand only after they are submerged at the bottom. We reject all beautiful, and realize their mistake only lying face in the dirt. Only by knowing love, we know the pain and darkness we begin to see only after he looked at the sun. None of this is silly and nothing is in vain.
It seems to me that only when there is someone who tells us that he loves us, only then can we learn to love ourselves. I think we just need someone who will accept us for who we are. Only then can we begin to understand and love ourselves.
To respect someone because he has those qualities that you lack, and besides, still and openly show it to him - would that not everyone. This requires a lot of power.
If you want to be loved, you yourself must first learn to love. If you don't want to beat my head against the wall. It's all about. Passing through pain, through suffering, they deserve your love.
Nothing disappears without a trace. Good or bad, but nothing can be completely forgotten. Something always remains in the hearts of the people. And that is stored in someone's memory will never disappear.
What is the truth? If you don't even know yourself, you will not be able to answer. And if you make a mistake with the answer, then this error will turn against you.
