Author of quotes: Barefoot on Baker Streetᴿᵒˡᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸ. Page 3

Freedom is anarchy, which in turn equals chaos.

Everyone determines his own greatness for himself. If in a glass of water with 100% probability there is a molecule that was once in the body of a dinosaur, then in our bodies there are molecules belonging to once great and brilliant people. It depends only on us - we will give odds to these molecules or repay their impulses, leaving with laziness one on one.

You can place pawns and elephants in your past as much as you like and consider yourself a chess god, but in the end you lose. Because your opponent is you. Your mind. It is impossible to defeat yourself.

How easy it is to talk about the importance or insignificance of events or objects when you do not depend on them yourself. It is not necessary with outrageous negligence to devalue someone's experiences, it is worth remembering that each person has a pedestal of worries and worries busy with something of his own. Individual. And if you decide to judge and pass sentence, then first at least learn all the subtleties of someone else's reaction. After all, no one likes executioners. Especially limited solely by their own point of view.

You can laugh with any person, but we show our tears only to real friends or loved ones.

What an insidious "was". How often do people use this verb, full of tragedy, without thinking about its irreparable meaning.

Angels refuse those people who kill, torture, torture others. Devils take them under their black hoof.

The best support when standing on a cliff is a hug. It gives you the feeling that you're not alone. The feeling that you can not fight windmills. An ordinary hug or a firm handshake sometimes work wonders. Do not neglect such real magic, sometimes it is enough to avoid disaster.

I didn't want to go to a psychotherapist - it was tantamount to admitting that I myself could not cope with all this flurry of emotions. But then I realized that it is extremely stupid to refuse help - it's like pushing away a life preserver and going to the bottom with your head held high.

The realization that you are not omnipotent breaking into life with the elegance of an elephant. And he's carrying your life to hell... Zugzwang...

And while others are pondering how to foresee all the details and avoid mistakes, we do, spontaneously change the situation and get indescribable sensations!

People need reciprocal feelings, actions: reciprocal love, reciprocal help, but the “word” is the only thing that does not always need an answer.

When the world is drowning in meaninglessness, from which your own and someone else's life loses its significance, murder does not seem like a monstrous act. It acquires mundane features, is covered with a touch of permissibility, and sometimes disguises itself as a debt of retribution. Having devalued life, disenchanted with the meaning of being, drowning in the abyss of hopelessness, it is so easy to pull the trigger, aiming the barrel of a pistol at someone else or at yourself.

The Gospel gives a basic guideline: "By the fruits you will know them: a good tree cannot bear thin fruits, nor a thin tree can bear good fruits." No matter how much we juggle the idea of a noble mission, no matter how much we hide behind general reasoning and sonorous rhetoric, lovingly weeding our garden of standards from depressing thoughts, but conscious nefarious actions, and even more so corpses from this, will not go away. So does the end justify the means, or do the means shape the end?