Book: Tales for troubled. Page 4

The man, whose family was destined to die, not like daughters.

And the Lord said, My Spirit will not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh, his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.
Raised his eyes to me.
Your Creator gave you a hundred and twenty years, and you're thirty consider themselves old. Seriously?

Forget about age is easier than you imagine. Just stop celebrating birthdays. When you forget your age, things will start to happen easily. Gear life lubricated inner happiness, destined to go his way. I will start a family when it Matures. The children will appear when you're ready for them. Will go to study when they want to learn. People fill their lives immature, unnecessary, because "the time came".

I don't know how old I am. To count the years of myself to add to the pain. Well, isn't it? Don't you say to yourself: Oh, I'm thirty, and I have no family, no children - I so unhappy? Start looking for a man to bring what to bring is not necessary.

People love to drive themselves into the framework. Invented boundaries even to their own lives. Twenty-five years, it is necessary to find a mate. To thirty - to have time to give birth. Forty time to have a second child. To fifty to pay off debt. Ten to the sixth to say goodbye to working life, to prepare for the end.

Look like dancing.
- Who? - I asked.
- The war, ' he replied. - Entices men from their homes and devouring. Only bone sends it back.
- This means war live?
Alive, - he said and looked at my mom.

To be a man of action is the greatest happiness.

Joy - the best thing to leave behind.

When you look in the mirror, look at yourself, how this carved stone, and thank the Creator for the work.

If he gave you bad teeth, it is for you to be more listened and was silent. If you have weak hair, don't fight - take care of force. If the bones thin and weak core, so you work in the shadows of the room, not under the sun. Everything he gave you, he gave you something.

All the time you're not happy with yourself, because your heart is restless. When I want something to fix, criticize the work of God. But it over your every hair tried. You wove a knot for a bundle of love and curiosity.

Feel the sanctity of the work of God. He is the greatest master ever of his creations never repeats.

Masters never repeat their creations.

Gratitude is the seed from which happiness grows.