Book: Seksus. Page 3

The world could get me something of value only from the moment I cease to be a serious member of society and be yourself.

Because of the circumstances I was forced to become what were many others - the working horse. I had a very convenient excuse: I worked to ensure the existence of his wife and child. But in fact, the justification of the dead: I knew that, if tomorrow kick in, they'll be able to live without me. So drop everything and be yourself! Why not? A part of my being, who worked to give my wife and daughter the opportunity to live as they want, the part that held the wheel of a family vehicle - what a waste and blown notion was the worst part of me. As a survivor I am not given peace; he charged me laid, that's all.

I have no respect for people who do not have their own weight and therefore taking up world problems. Man, always concerned about the fate of humanity, or has his own fate, or is afraid to look her in the face. I'm talking about the majority and not referring to the few elected representatives who think out to the end, identify themselves with all humanity and therefore endowed with the privilege to enjoy the biggest luxury in the service of him.

I want to end with any work, I want to be myself, to see how it feels. I almost do not know. I'm stunned. Know all about others, and about himself very little. I do not know, but only feel. And feel too much. I'm all wet. I want I had whole days, weeks, months just for thought. Not like now, when I can meditate only sporadically. And it is such a joy to ponder.

If you observe anyone, to hunt down, capture them, to put under cross-examination, to push to the wall, to force to admit, we all would, frankly, have found themselves in prison. And the most notorious criminals, telling you would be judges, Ministers, elected officials, clergy, teachers, workers of charity organizations.

It is easy to agree that every person deep down, vile, heartless, selfish bitch bastard; this circumstance is confirmed by a surprisingly limited number of court cases that attracted the attention of the public.

"Turn on the water works and cry alone" - what nonsense! Cry and you found a million crocodiles to shed tears with you. The world is always crying. The world was wet with tears. Laughter is another matter. Laughter is an instant, it flashed and went out. But joy is a kind of ecstatic bleeding, some shameful sviridovskie, oozing from every pore of your being.

Anyway, unless one person can understand the soul of another? To truly understand? Now, if I broke a leg, he would quit. And then your heart explodes with joy - that, you know, boring. Tears to carry easier than joy. Destructive joy, your joy is somehow not on itself.

Any of us, if he will renounce vanity, if he would be ruthlessly honest with yourself, able to Express the heartfelt truth. We are all branches on the same trunk. There is nothing mysterious in the origin of things. We are all part of creation, we are all kings all poets, all musicians. You only need to open and unleash what is contained in you from the start.

It's my policy to burn bridges and look only to the future. If I'm wrong, it seriously. When you stumble, you fall to the bottom of the abyss, flew all the way to the end. The only thing that helps me is my tenacious resilience. I always still managed to bounce.

Your heart spasms works. Thank you to those who cause the pain in your heart; you suffer not for them to suffer but to enjoy the luxury of suffering.

If a woman can breathe the love in your heart one man, why can't she do the same with others? To love or be loved is no crime. A crime to tell someone that his or her you'll love forever.

If the person is sincere and desperate love a woman if he opisyvaet paper blood of his heart, if he impregnated this woman, his anguish, his pain, his desire for her if he never departed from it, it will be impossible to refuse. The unattractive, the weak, the most undeserving of attention a man should win if he is willing to sacrifice all to the last drop of blood. There is no woman that can reject the gift of absolute love.