Book: Teach me to die. Page 4

Know what is feature of big problems, buddy? They always seem to, those bitches. The bigger the problem, the less you need to fuss. So that's the trick, man.

We are afraid to sit idle. Afraid of something not to do. As if you can catch it. As if the fact that we can make it for someone. Vanity - the meaning of our lives.

Nobody cares how you feel, when it comes time to extinguish the light in the bedroom and be alone with yourself. Titoni watch, Montegrappa pen, tie clip Dunhill - then you're fine. So you haven't wasted the last ten-fifteen-twenty years.
What with the fact that at night you're forced to swallow sleeping pills? But under the Windows is Toyota Mark II - and so you have nothing to worry about.

... In the end, I started to think that loneliness is just a disease. Innate. Like cerebral palsy. Or heart disease. If it was born sick, so sick and live. And no luminary of medicine will not help you. So it is better from the start to accept. Otherwise despair will suck all the power. I'm sick of being alone. Of the terminally ill. I know the same people. We have the same symptoms. They don't know how long ill always know what you can do in bad weather.

In every habit there is a shred of selfishness. Parting with a loved one, we have to save not only him, but the image of himself that he created. He imagined that you're a funny guy, and after some time start to consider themselves such. Should leave, you turn back into a grumpy and boring. Nobody in you nothing a not found. Yes, and you did not. Without the support of the image is destroyed. Because often it's so painful to lose loved ones and friends. With them goes a part of you. Let's not real. Invented by others. But this piece live was a little lighter.

Need in each other, makes manifest man of tolerance. Even love is not always capable of.

No one would think to tell a good news night. With this wait until the morning. Another thing is bad news. They do not tolerate delay. It's funny how the world works. Good never in a hurry. But with the bad in such a hurry...

The words let out the monsters living inside. These creatures can't stand open spaces. Call him by name, it immediately loses power. Show it to others, it dies. More good words, I do not see.

You can certainly try to persuade her to have sex... Only after I get her, will have to convince yourself.

The more people live in the same place, the farther they are from each other. All in full compliance with the laws of nature. The stronger the molecules repel each other, the more compressed body. But a start can not do. Need connection with others. Permanent, clearly perceived a connection... for the sake of the feelings of the people and makes all sorts of stupid things. How to be turned out in such a situation the molecules, I don't know. Also probably have some tweaks. Although I don't think they were invited to his birthday first counter molecule.

Most of all, I want to come to you and lie beside. And know that we have tomorrow.

I'm a clam. I lay in the cool dark water at a depth of several tens of meters. I quiet and calm... I am fluffy algae. I'm used to their lazy movement. They got used to my immobility. We're at home and bored together. Unspeakably boring... When I die, next there will be anyone who would deny it. Because my life is indistinguishable from death.

And no one would ever think to ask what I feel, when on a summer night looking at the two twinkling in the dark fireflies. Or when you listen to the rustle of the wind in the thickets of reeds foggy autumn morning.

The more we talk about ourselves, the harder it is to be yourself. The real "I" dissolves into the words, melt like mist over the river Chikugo in the dawn hours.
I don't want to turn himself into the shadow of the phantom, which is created using words. So, suffice to say, I am me. I walk, eat, sleep, think, and feel. I live just like millions of other people. In any case, the fundamental differences were noticed.