We are all fools and they always have been. But we believe that change every day. Wake up and think: no, today I'm not a fool. I learned my lesson. Yesterday I was a fool, but this morning - no. And tomorrow, you know that like a fool, and it still is.
- I was never young. The Hitchcock as I was, died. Here's another example of the thorns of memory. I don't want to sit on them bare-ass, thank you. I always thought that die every day, and every day you waiting for a neat wooden box with your number on it. But you should never go back and lift the lid of the boxes and look at himself from the past. You die in my life a thousand times, and this is the mountain of the dead, and each time you die your way, with another face, which is all the time becoming worse. Because every day you're another, unknown person you do not know and do not want to understand.
- And why do I remember things that I can't use it? I am a practical man. If I can't see the Ground and walk on it, well, do you want me to go by memory on Earth, so what? It hurts. Memories of how once told me father, prickly, like a porcupine needle. To hell with them! Away from the memories. They make people unhappy, prevented him from working, brought to tears.
- Thank you woman. I accept your invitation. Though you let me into your house just because of fear. But isn't that half of all good deeds done for fear of buyer's remorse? And this is the only type of fear which I welcome.
- Why so long to darken?
- You know how to ask questions that nobody can answer. How do I know... I use this hotel, not twilight. And you don't like?
- Who?
- Twilight.
- No.
- In vain. The most interesting time of the day.
What makes them interesting?
In twilight all the way - on the border of light and darkness erased the boundaries between the worlds.
In the gloom and silence of the hall the words came so that my back was crawling.
- Have you seen the city at dusk? - for some reason whispered the master.
"No," I answered quietly.
I think you need to see this. Maybe twilight stopped to give you this opportunity?
Say that to withstand the torture helps quite a simple thing - need to wish myself even more pain. So "burn through" the nerve... And the person feels nothing. That is, at the moment, but it is not his body... something similar happened to me. My fear is burned. He reached the highest point when I just sat in the chair and quietly whined like a puppy... And then the fear died, leaving in place only the oppressive emptiness. Not bravery. Not courage. Not the willingness to fight for his life... Just emptiness...
Great move to work the job you don't really like, only to have to buy a bunch of junk that you don't need. The trap that gets the modern man, barely out from under parental care. A vicious circle. The more stuff in your life, the greedier you look around.
From now on, now all that matters to me. But not the future! I don't want to wait for him. Don't want someone texted me, fell in love, wrote that she wants to live with me the rest of my life, and then it turned out that it was a wrong number.
Courtesy. Here's another favorite virtue of the poor, if such can even be a virtue.
Ambitious people who chose a goal and has the strength to achieve it, should not care about what people think about him around.
Now that this day has finally arrived, I felt old. Of course I was getting old every second, but today old age has given a sort of official character: I turned to vosemnadtsati.
