Author of quotes: Barefoot on Baker Streetᴿᵒˡᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸ. Page 2

Whether it's a private house or a palace - cobwebs and dust are the same everywhere!

The job of a reporter is not to arrange a trial on the spot, to evaluate words. He must impartially listen to all parties, conduct his own investigation and write an article based on all this.

It is necessary to carry out someone's order under pressure, as the pressure will certainly increase and clicks for the execution of commands will begin to sound more and more often. By bending under someone, you automatically reduce yourself to the status of an insignificant slave.

When a person becomes a witness to our vulnerability and does not take advantage of our weakness, then he automatically inspires confidence and sympathy. Although, as practice shows, this is not a guarantee that he will not later turn out to be a treacherous friend.

Money is never delicious icing on the cake, it is always the main motive. In addition, money does not allow you to be the master of the situation. Real power is not at all in hard currency: if you don’t know the right people, you don’t know who to give on the paw to get information or reliable professional performers, then money is like useless pieces of paper.

What an absurd ritual: if a colossal part of the time is devoted exclusively to work, then when is it just to live?

Has anyone ever wondered how much easier it is to kill a person if his speech is incomprehensible to you? After all, his compassionate remarks are not able to break through to your heart and play on the strings of compassion.

ᅠ If others look exclusively at your shoulders and urge you to get naked, and it is not welcome to speak frankly about your own weaknesses, failures or mistakes - this is a warning signal that you are offered plastic feelings and plastic relationships.

The people who connect me with the world, with reality, with myself, have disappeared, evaporated, sunk into oblivion. I used to float on the ocean of life, having unlimited possibilities, connections, power, influence. But its bottom gradually heated up, making the ocean first a sea, then a lake, then a puddle. Looking back now, I see only the settling vapor of my past life and the ghosts of people who have passed away.

In our world, when everyone, like crazy mice, runs to get more cheese, it is important to stop in time, take a breath and ask yourself an important question: “Do I need this cheese?”

Such is the nature of memories. They are like tiny sharp pins that hurt you when you least expect it: the simplest sign - a cue, a gesture, a visual element - can become a trigger, because of which, once endured, this humiliation, this monster of past indignation and discomfort, takes on a universal scale and begins to obscure the horizon.

False information is more dangerous than an epidemic: it spreads around the world at sonic speed, takes root in the brain, zombifies and programs to infect others with poisonous spores. And the worst thing is that there is practically no cure.

Every mental wound, a terrible incident, an insignificant, at first glance, verbal slap in the face - they are like tiny invisible cracks on a mug, it seems that they are absolutely harmless, but one fine day, from the most gentle touch, a vessel, like a person, crumbles along these very notches ...

Words are like a Rubik's cube: they can be constantly rotated and never put together in the correct, true meaning.