Author of quotes: Barefoot on Baker Streetᴿᵒˡᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸ. Page 1

It is impossible to fit in the mind an indisputable fact: red bricks, concrete structures will never be able to convey the life of their inhabitants. People, in the manner of ghosts, constantly scurry between the camps, leaving not a single biographical notch on them. It is impossible, peering through the windows, to see frames from the past. Just as it will not be possible to hear the echo of past confessions and the cries of those who were overwhelmed with mental anguish or love ecstasy. Even the cards in the photo album are not able to share the secrets of someone else's or their own being. There is only a moment - the living of the event itself, and after that everything turns into mortal dust.

Whatever a person undertakes, whatever choice he prefers, past steps have led him to this. It's like with a ladder: which steps you climb, you will get to that door. No other way.

An implicit sense of guilt is a good tool for orchestrating people - everyone begins to look deep into themselves, and everything around is drawn insignificant. Maybe that's why what's happening under the nose slips away. We protect our vulnerability from the attacks of guilt, and we revel in this war so much that other enemies remain in its shadow. Focus on the symptoms, not the disease.

But sometimes the cranium pulls out memories against your will. She places them in reality, replacing existing people with those who have already left. The brain seems to be playing with you like a puppet, substituting non-existent people into your world. And you are forced to live in this dollhouse, face to face with your memories, which at some point become like a terrible genie from the past, refusing to sit silently in his cramped casket. It breaks free, creating chaos in the mind and soul.

It is impossible without suffering to break past illusions, admit past delusions, and then make a strong-willed decision to start everything from the beginning. This path runs through heartache.

Perhaps there is something attractive in the assumption that all the worst criminals were not people like yourself at all. It is more pleasant to admit that they have a defect at the genetic level than to see in themselves the ability to oppress, cruelty and harassment. But anyone who experiences maximum psychological pressure for a long time can react like a monster. Anyone, even the sweetest and most pleasant individual.

If a person abandons his ambitious plans and becomes on the same level with the "gray mass", is it fair that he has to pay for this with a sense of shame and even guilt? Or are the levels of prestige nothing more than an illusion, the same carrots that are pulled in front of our noses so that we forget about freedom of choice and blindly follow where the powerful of this world want? By giving up a dream career and starting to be content with little, does an individual automatically become a nonentity? Or does he himself have to determine the height of his significance?

Everyone has their own idea of justice, and therefore the law operates. It's not perfect, but it somehow minimizes the chaos.

I spent my whole life alone and no one prepared me for self-consolation. Of course, not all of my relationships survived, and the love boat developed, but parting with people was not fatal. The idea that they continued to live somewhere nearby made it possible to be angry with them, to condemn, to hate, emotions were considered acceptable. But everything changes when the departure is unequivocal and irrevocable. Everything loses its meaning, and feelings of injustice and anger, not finding the culprit, are preserved in the body, completely destroying the remnants of happiness, love, and hope. When the main link of your destiny disappears, the picture of Existence is destroyed - it crumbles into pieces with a crunch, like a porcelain plate, leaving a feeling of irreparable loss.

When summoning Satan, prepare to be deceived or even eaten by him.

Hope and expectation are a kind of tourniquet that stretches and stretches, but this cannot last indefinitely - it breaks. Each of us has our own strength limit.

If you like to study, love to go to the first couple.

There are both positives and negatives everywhere. Happy children may focus on parental love, affection, and other cute things, but those who have sipped exclusively negative things from the family glass will focus on this. Which of them is right? All.

Each of us was saved by a case when, it would seem, nothing can be changed and death is inevitable, but then fate, chance or something else intervenes, and you survive.