Author of quotes: Barefoot on Baker Streetᴿᵒˡᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸ. Page 5

Exercising revenge does not mean freeing yourself from rage and pain. And, of course, you cannot bring back what you have lost. It marks a voluntary confinement in solitary confinement with a slain part of humanity.

Rarely does anyone care about legality, and even more so justice, the overwhelming majority begin to scream about them only when it affects their own skin, and before that - even though the grass does not grow!

How creepy: a familiar trip to the supermarket can become the very fulcrum of Archimedes, capable of turning the world of an individual ... An immutable axiom that you do not allow into your consciousness on weekdays, you brush it off, because this probability is unsettling. Depressing. And it is better not to allow such reasoning, otherwise it is not known what kind of mania they will result in.

Truly, the first step, designed to become the cornerstone, the most tricky - there is always a residue that another option will lead to a better result.

If a person scrupulously ponders in which candy wrapper to dress up a tirade, then something will come from his lips that he would prefer not to hear.

Sometimes well-known concepts are suddenly revealed from the most unexpected side. For example, a line from the prayer "Our Father": "And forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors." Previously, she spoke it mechanically, adhered to the opinion of the majority, those who implore God to forgive them for their misdeeds. However, as soon as I thought about the words, I caught a different subtext: first of all, we should forgive others, and not God automatically delete our sins. Don't you find that it looks like the offended person in this case appears in the image of God, to whom the guilty person comes and, if the latter apologizes - not necessarily verbal, - then the offended one will forgive him? What if prayers are just instructions on how to relate to one another?

Reality is absolute subjectivity, because everyone creates their own illusion, in which they are comfortable.

Alcohol never ends, it, on the contrary, plays the role of a kind of springboard for adventures.

Replace the first letter in the word "Children" with "Y" and immediately their essence will become clear.

When freedom becomes absolute, there is a feeling of uselessness, loss.

Each person can be compared to any animal or bird. Someone has excellent eyesight of an eagle, someone has the danger and predation of a tiger, someone has the cunning of a fox. And there are people who look like phoenixes. They burn a thousand times and then are reborn from the ashes. However, the moment comes, and the phoenix dies for the last time.

An opportunity that was not used sometimes turns into regrets, so it's better ... and no one knows how best. The only question is whether you are ready to risk it at this moment or not.

ᅠ Many detective stories are based on the fact that the inspector for some reason fell down, certainly finds oblivion in a glass and with a melancholic look reflects on the rotten world, from which, in general, it is not ashamed to escape through the back door called "suicide". Then - Flash of lightning! Thunder! Tucket! - 220 volts light up in his ass, and he zealously grabs the investigation. I don't care that before that many unsuccessfully tried to get close to a powerful insidious enemy, who turned the perfect crime, an ordinary fool with certainly hidden outstanding abilities will be able to shed light on the actors, unleash even sophisticated intrigue and (although sometimes according to his own concepts of justice) punish any bad guy.
Such a typical portrait of a loser who has bypassed everyone is cultivated with terrifying frequency. They say, you can be a complete scum of society, just wait for the case (situation) that will open your potential. A delightful image (in terms of dirt to princes), but in the real world, the outsider sits head-to-ear in shit, waiting for a great event, instead of changing, adjusting his behavior and learning something new. What for? After all, one day - perhaps on New Year's Eve! - the fairy mother will appear and with her magic will help to be at the ball, which will turn life upside down...

There is nothing worse than seeing that the person dear to you is bad, and you cannot do anything. Powerlessness kills, ripping piece by piece from your heart and soul. You would like to turn mountains, swim the oceans just to help, but sometimes even heroic deeds are not able to give liberation, change the course of personal history, delete disliked chapters from the family chronicle. You stay with yourself, biting your lips in confusion or nervously wringing your fingers, painfully realizing (and childishly refusing to humble yourself) that you are not God. And many things are beyond your control.