Book: The winner is alone. Page 2

"All people are the same!". No it is not. All people are different, and the right to be different must be defended to the end and not caring about the consequences.

This bag is expressive symbol of her current life: beautiful on the outside and completely empty inside.

- Go ahead. Don't stop. Even if you lose conviction and faith, anyway - go ahead. The Lord outlines filled with secrets, and sometimes, It points the right way only to those who have already started to go.

Nothing to try in four years to restore what was destroyed over the centuries self-serving and incompetent government. But everyone can start from the beginning, with the first stone, and a clean slate.

Cultural people. Very wealthy people. Charming people. And each of them at the end of the day ask yourself the same question: "isn't it time to stop?" And everyone responds to it: "If I stop, my life will lose meaning." You'd think they know what the meaning of life.

And so he finally understood: it was impossible to achieve happiness at any cost - life, and so give him beyond measure, and now we can admit that she was extremely generous to him. From now to the end of his days he would devote himself to retrieve the treasure hidden in his suffering, and every joyful moment to live as if it were the last.

Must be love because we are loved by God.
You need to be conscious of death that you feel more alive.
You must fight to grow - but don't fall into the trap of power, which can be obtained in the course of this struggle, for we know that power is worth nothing.
Finally, it is necessary to take for granted that our soul - even if she is immortal - remains in captivity at the time, with all its limitations and possibilities.

Nasreddin Hodja one day appeared at court in a luxurious turban and asked for money for charity.
- Came to ask for money, but wear such a gorgeous and without a doubt, a very expensive turban - replied the Lord.
- How much is this miraculous thing?
- Five hundred gold pieces, ' replied he of the Sufi sage.
Is a lie, whispered into the ear of the ruler his vizier. - None of the turban may not be worth the money.
However, Nasrudin insisted:
I came here not only to ask but to agree. I paid so much money for the turban because I knew that all the sublunary world, only our Lord will be able to buy it for six hundred gold pieces. To the revenue I could pay in favor of the poor.
Flattered the Sultan paid the required amount. And sage, leaving the Palace, said to the vizier:
- You know how much a turban, but the limit to which brings a person's vanity, I know of one

- What a beauty! And do you know why the Creator rested on the seventh day? ... Because in the sixth, before He had completed the work and left man a perfect world, to Him came a few Hollywood producers and said, "the rest may not care! We'll take color film to sunset, special effects storms and gales, will deliver light and record the sound to people hearing the roar of the waves, every time I thought that this is a real sea!"

Bring on the impossible. Premakni a few of steps, since by the will of fate was at the bottom. Go up until you pulled out the ladder. Afraid, pray, but do not give up.

God created the world in six days. But what is peace? What stands in my or your eyes. And every time someone dies, destroyed part of the universe. Everything a person felt, and felt all that he beheld, disappear together with him, just as the rain wipe away all your tears...

Yes, I could hold a grudge for life, deprived me of the dear - love. But the pain of loss sooner or later take place, and there are other women. I must act, I don't want to be like the frog, pokororo waiting for it to boil.