Author of quotes: Nina Shervashidze

It is hard and difficult when your world collapses, when every millimeter turns to dust, when everyone requires you to keep a mask, to show that you are a praline with nuts, although in reality you are a milk slice.

Sometimes you suddenly realize that where you wanted to be and where you are are two different places. And then you have to reconsider everything in your life, approach a new start and move in a different direction, sometimes in a diametrically opposite direction.

Once you face your trigger, the memories that your brain has been suppressing will crash down crushingly, sweeping away everything in their path. And, as you know, after an avalanche, being at the epicenter of events, you may not survive.

Some people, in an attempt to protect, to help, stop seeing the line. They try to always be strong, but at one point emotions take over them and begin to break them from the inside.

Fear is like a figure who practices domestic violence. She cannot do anything about her main problem and takes out her anger and powerlessness on someone who is much weaker.

Only now I have fully felt the abyss that separates each person: absolutely anyone can become a harbinger of a personal apocalypse. And although a person is not initially evil, nature takes over him when every day is a lottery. When the question of whether you will remain morally or physically whole rests only on the ability to survive in a wild, lawless world, the instinct of self-preservation turns on. When the whole environment is hostile and just waiting for a chance to rise above others at the expense of other people's victims, everyone should be wary. It is necessary to be afraid of provocations and juggling of facts. And involuntarily it becomes the norm to bury feelings in the far corner of the soul in an impenetrable black box, to control facial expressions, to correct expressions. Of course, the power of unification is bearing fruit. But that seems to be what crushes people's hopes.

If you choose, then the second option is preferable. "Why?" - you ask. The puppet is alive until its threads are cut, and the porcelain, broken into a million pieces, leaves of its own accord. He can hide somewhere deep, deep behind the sofa, and you will find him decades later, or he can leave your home forever in an urn. It seems that right now I am a porcelain doll, but on strings, because breaking is very painful.

I do not like stereotypes, for example, that gifts should be given on holidays: they can be presented to important people every day - flowers, a heated dinner. Life consists of little things, so allow yourself to please each other. Happiness is in the little things, but we do not always notice it under the difficulties of everyday life.

It's worth accepting yourself. At least in order to start realizing your dreams.

Killing is the most humane thing that can be done. A person is resilient, especially when he is trained. He can endure a lot. Insect torture. Water. Shockers. However, this is a vulgar farce: people are broken only by people. Put pressure on the right person, cripple him, and kill the subject will not have to. Watch as the subject agonizes and rots, crumbles from within. How he destroys himself.

You know, after the death of loved ones, you change, unfortunately, for the worse. You stop seeing the world as it really is. No, the world does not plunge into black and white, the world is still the same. You know, the colors are still the same. You still get up in the morning, check your Instagram feed, like something, then, as usual, crawl to the coffee machine in order to drink a hot latte and read your work letters at the same time. Everything seems to be the same as always: blue sky, green grass, the same job, you come to the office wearing the same things as always, you laugh at the same jokes as always. You return to an already empty house, but everything seems to be there as always, even dust in the same places. Nothing changes. The only thing that happens is that there is nothing you can do. This is the worst torture - waiting when nothing can be done. Awaiting the forensic medical examiner's report. Waiting for the last piece of earth to fall on the coffin. All life comes down to waiting: waiting for the murderer to be caught, waiting for the court verdict seems to be one more moment and life will become easier. Everything will return, there will not be this endless heaviness in the chest, there will be no desire to drown out thoughts with alcohol, there will be no desire to put a drill to the temple at one moment to drown out everything that is going on in the head ...

When I first arrived in London, there was something in me that I later lost. Hope. The desire to live. Rejoice. I became the type of woman I hated as a child. I didn't understand them. Angry. Selfish. Those who prefer sociopathy to society. I didn't understand until I became like that myself. Not a trace of that girl remained. She became a woman. A sorceress who turns her tears into diamonds

ᅠ People were exterminated for their nationality. Burned to the ground. However, has something changed in the twenty-first century? No. No one else drives Jews into gas chambers, but ethnic discrimination and religious intolerance have not been eradicated, and it will hardly ever be possible to do this - this is the very weed whose shoots, if not weeded, will certainly hatch. Moreover, children of celebrities also experience this pressure, for they are fortunate enough to belong to the dynasty of the "Chosen" - they are disliked for the fact of life. As, in principle, and the heirs of the heads of the special forces.

The worst thing in life is not death. The worst is surviving year after year, dreaming of death.