Author of quotes: David Labba. Page 3

Emotions are the fuel for the body.

It is logical to be offended when you don't understand, ignored or even insulted, but you don't have to be offended and think it's a joke, and so it is and becomes.

When a person is drunk, his mind is decreasing - it becomes more like an animal, externally and mentally. So fighting drunk is not uncommon. Half of the murders committed under alcohol intoxication. It's the same with drugs, they all do. If not immediately, then after some time - you have.

Someone believes in reincarnation, someone else in something. Will, of course, true to some extent, if everyone is going to the place in which he believes, but it's impossible. You either go to heaven or to hell. It's a shame that many people are deceived, but I don't know how to help them, honestly.

Who today cares about their body is stronger than the passions? Unit. Few people even aware of the existence of spirit and its condition, which to some extent depends on the health of the body.

While in the system, it is important to understand all of its slippery "recommendations" and fight it, at least in your own life. But whatever it was, every deviant person needs approval because he was not God himself. It relentlessly plagued by doubts, and is oppressed by the pressure of the fluid nor the one on the other side. It is inevitable. Never enough some of printing, put someone over, otherwise all attempts at knowledge of being - a pathetic burst of energy into the void. No matter how wise and persistent nor was such an individual, he was always alone or in the minority. His childhood was instinct that most are idiots, and yet there's no direct evidence. Who is right and who is not - is still not clear. It's like poking a finger at the sky falling into the clouds. Maybe wrong, anyone who opens his mouth, so it would be wise on the one hand, and, perhaps, pointless on the other.

Sometimes I am in the company of friends, laughing, grimacing, squinting under the fool, tell everyone, and people take me the way I was served them, even at times stretched to me. The real me they would never have moved.

They all say the same: "there is no limit to perfection" seriously, imagining that improved. Because the coach said so in the gym or girl friend, parents, actor, presenter, whatever. This is a fantasy of their souls, scanning life horizontally, letting its rays only around himself, denying the invisible. Thereby they limit the spirit, whose purpose is to contact with another measurement, scanning life vertically, touching the invisible, astral.

All my life people see me as some subtle stupidity, and I, in turn, can see right through them: good and evil motives, no difference. But they never talk about it. Just see everything. However, people somehow miraculously feel it, and then releasing the protective thorns, exclaiming: "Ha! He thinks he sees through all! Here idiot!", and inside, chirping: "how?"

Dislike morning, it never in my life did not begin happily. On the contrary - is always very painful, pulling you out of something magically interesting and throws in the routine everyday life. It gives hands heavy yoke and pointing to a path contained in a solid vexation. You hunched shuffling right, throwing out under the guise of all this oppression and in the evening, finally, straighten out. The frown disappears, be kind, breathe a little freer, a little more alive. Then go to bed, hoping that tomorrow will be the same or you don't Wake up at all, but, alas, the face of day light, as always, wakes you with a whip and whispers, "get Up."

Life is spent in sleep, I appreciate a lot more than spent in wakefulness, because sleep is a break from the unbearable reality.

These modern hacks even impossible to read, they are just sycophants and phonies. This can be seen with the naked eye. Give yourself liberal or peacekeepers, or the antipodes - drinking, Smoking, shagging, puking and swearing. Like they are seasoned adventurers with a mind gloomy and cold, but inside, the alleged romance. It's just throwing dust in the eyes. In fact, they are all weaklings, whining into the pillow after each negative review.

I liked how he treated me in school. I beat everyone there when I wanted and what I wanted, and I didn't act up if promised - do. Spoke, trembling. It feels like people really have to behave like cattle. Well, it's not hard at all.

I'm a weirdo. Then despise and mock people, you feel for him only compassion.