Author of quotes: Nika Ostozheva
She felt herself losing touch with reality, but could not stop the irreversible process. The roots of dreams grew deeper and deeper into reality. The boundary between sleep and reality day after day became dim and erased, as if drawn with chalk on the asphalt, forcing Alice to doubt the authenticity of what was happening.
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MegaMozg 10-04-2024 / 03:30
She perfectly mastered the gift of filling space with herself, instantly turning those around her into faceless extras. Some sincerely admired her charisma, others quietly hated her, covering up envy with hostility.
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MegaMozg 10-04-2024 / 03:27
Surprise - Alice continued to call him that way - broke the system, bursting into her dreams with a fresh wind. He was the only piece of the puzzle over which she had no power - a surreal prize won from Morpheus himself.
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MegaMozg 10-04-2024 / 03:24
Only the soul is eternal, and the body, like everything on Earth, is perishable - a well-chosen set of atoms that circulate in the Universe, taking various forms.
If the patient does not strive for recovery, even the best doctors are often powerless in the face of the disease. The will of man determines too much.
"Forgive" and "I'm sorry" is a truly healing set of sounds.
Life is a penumbra between heavenly paradise and hell, rested in the bowels of the earth.
Desires tend to come true, but this does not always make us happy. Sometimes the fulfillment of a dream can turn into a severe punishment.
Each of us initially contains light and darkness in equal proportions. These are the basic default settings. Only our will determines in which direction the scales will tip. The options are countless.
Sometimes people who have met for a moment by chance become much closer and dearer than those with whom many years have passed side by side.
A person can drown, surrounded by a hundred lifebuoys, if he himself does not take one of them.
Loving people are like petals protecting a fragile core. Without them, the flower instantly dies.
Only the one who has experienced pain is able to see it in another living being.
Beauty lives within. Outside - only its reflection.
Who knows what a new day has in store. That's what makes life interesting - we can't predict what will open our eyes around the next turn.
