Book: Creatives

Useless people don't exist, there are incompetent leaders who do not understand people.

- Some have, that the woman treated them to the contrary, under the plinth driven. Otherwise, life is boring. No, bro. We need them to make us stronger, they did. If you're with this particular woman feel stronger than without her, so she's right for you. Stronger not in the sense of biceps-triceps. I mean, better yourself will realize. Okay?
- Okay, why is not clear. With one wife you are an eagle, the other a wet hen.
- And what is striking is that, no matter how ugly you are, even a schmuck last, always somewhere in the world there is a woman that one can only you the shit to get a man to do. That's why the wife needed. And what do we have surrendered to them, this question is not obvious...

Understand that every person is like a movie. Is a movie lousy, over - not sorry. Is cool to watch him forever. But when a good movie ends, you're still glad you watched it? You learned something, made it better, you are grateful to creators.

She openly saw it - the special look that is only found in very young girls: the incomprehensible combination of credulity and distrust.

Not to believe in God is like hiding your head in the sand.

Every monarch, as he had not called - let predsovnarkoma, no matter - pretty soon it turns out surrounded by people with the bad grade. Dictators can't stand stubborn people, debaters, people with a sense of self-worth. These associates are helpful and even indispensable in the way of seizure of power, however, when the government is already captured, it is much more convenient to have in the direct environment of people flexible. They instantly swarmed the throne of the winner. They are agile, flexible, never offensive, helpful. After a while, they displace former comrades. Or those be the same to avoid losing his position. Anyway, soon the ruler is surrounded on all sides by people low. For him and he judges mankind as a whole, and other people he never meets. After all, who is endowed with self-respect, will not push in front.

In old age, that worst of all? People lived for a day, gain and experience, and mind. Is what people say, there is something to help. And not listening to anybody. Wisdom from you, you can say, and pours. But nobody wants her.

It's amazing how few people have time to understand about life and about myself. Even if he lived to a ripe old age.

Everyone needs a basis for self-esteem. One respects himself for what makes some things; the other for the fact that some deeds did not commit.

Faith is a great and sad dream of the human soul that she's not alone, that someone finds it necessary and important that it is immortal.

Dying of one worthless man, a lifetime in vain the sky smoked. Gets on the light and asks God: "Lord, tell me why was I born? It really has been in my existence some meaning?" God said, "Yes my son. I have otherwise not happen. I remember in ' 69, you're in Gurzuf rested?" "Remember, O Lord." "And how do you the evening of 27 July, met with the blonde from Kremenchug and her restaurant "the Anchor" sat, had dinner, remember?" "I do remember, vaguely." "And how at the next table sat a woman with a pale face and everyone was Smoking cigarette after cigarette, and then asked you to pass the salt?" "No, Lord, don't remember." "Nothing. To do this, you are in the light and there was".

- And you're not afraid of death?
- Yes I about it do not think. How come, it will come. To live and wait to die? Stupid. And the fool, to look? And so it is always there, from morning to evening and from evening to morning. We are wandering through death, as through the mist-shrouded forest. Around us, everywhere, her trees, her pits, her ravines. Every second you can run into, to stumble, to fail. Death sweeps into the stream of cars that drive in the opposite lane. The slightest turn of the steering wheel and all, instant the end. In the spring of death with an icicle hanging from the roof. She is in the pocket psycho, which was held in the crowd pass you by, splash, dead-eyed. Could scream, and slash - but something distracted him, pounce on someone else. In the old days people knew very well: life is fragile and at any moment it could fall. Now this incontrovertible truth is somehow pojavilas. But she has not ceased to be true. Only biting yourself for no reason. Will age - pomudreli. The body itself will tell you that nothing special is no death.

Happiness is a gift, it is innate. If you have, still be happy. But unhappy attitude is a gift. Can be equally valuable.
Happiness lulls the soul, a misfortune develops.