Book: The world is on the precipice. Page 2

Much nicer to praise the man for what he is cheerful, sociable and kind, than because he is always in perfect order on the desktop.

Excellent performance in school does not guarantee the same great destiny.

Not everyone can do something perfect but it should do the trick nicely. It's as simple as that.

With such seemingly similar form of all love relationships, they all have such different content that you can compare them is simply absurd.

Always hate to lie, looking into the eyes most favorite.

The family is fine. It's the best thing, but for some reason, sometimes you just want endless, intoxicating freedom.

All women are divided into wives and mistresses. The first hate the second and Vice versa. And let's not lie, that these categories can be reversed is like caste in India. Born a pariah not to be a Brahman.

Sometimes adults need a fairy tale even more than the children.

What's the use for someone to be offended because the person can not be undone.

There is light at only one terrible misfortune - death. Everything else is reversible. With the rest of you can fight.

You can't always afford to act according to the dictates of the heart.

One may ask, "why?". But the cold sky with a scattering of constellations there is no case to a reasonable grit on behalf of the people.

To bury their parents, it is painful and unbearable. But deep down people are ready for it, because it is the law of life. But to outlive their child... It's ridiculous as reversed time.

The adult world is full of misunderstanding and anger, and pay for these children.