Book: Fallen leaves. Page 2
The revolution has two dimensions - length and width, but not the third - depth. And in this quality she will never have a ripe, delicious fruit, never "ends"... It will all grow in irritation, but would never come in her final, when a person says, "Enough! I'm happy! Today is so good that you don't need tomorrow"... Revolution will always be flour and will hope for tomorrow... And every tomorrow will cheat and go into "day after tomorrow". <...> In the revolution no joy. And never will be. Joy is too Regal feeling, and will never fall into the arms of this footman.
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MegaMozg 06-06-2017 / 08:16
Love is like a thirst. It is gadanie soul body, the soul, which is a manifestation of the body. Love always to what "is particularly lacking in me," thirsty.
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MegaMozg 16-01-2017 / 16:50
Intense love of one person makes unnecessary the love of many.
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MegaMozg 16-01-2017 / 16:49
That knowledge is valuable, sharp needle which drew in the shower. Sluggish knowledge is priceless.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 14:59
"We thought me like a glove", but, alas, our thoughts are worn as gloves. Widely. Not fits the hand. Not a soul fits. And we do not reset, but simply no longer wear. Stop thinking thoughts of a year old.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 14:59
What I am most amazed at in life? And in my life? Blagorodstva. And the nobility. And the fact that the noble always in humiliation. Disgusting almost always prevails. Insulting disgusting.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 14:58
Love is pain. Who doesn't get ill (of others), he does not like (other).
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 14:58
