Author of quotes: Bestnes. Page 1

Hatred surrounded those whom I disturbed sleep. The most comfortable lie is shattered. Everyone got up to blame someone. But not yourself. All your comforts are illusory. And eyes full of meaning look at me with hatred. All comfort is just an illusion that lived in words. All hatred is directed. into me.

We've never been together. Loneliness has always lived in us. And everyone was on their knees begging for attention. Beautiful words are invented to hide ugliness. You will not get rid of loneliness without loving it more than dreams.

In silence, I saw the right thing. Says the one who hates himself. Silence is difficult with the right. Masquerading for all the words of loving. As many words as possible speak empty. The whole is more silent. They did not sit silently harboring danger in themselves.

All your reality is hidden behind beautiful words. In those worlds where you were not even without words. How much can you say about nothing. Few will do the deed silently. He who knows the words does not strive to speak them. And be silent and every talkative talk.

But what kind of friendship is this? That's not what the war is for. Just one word of definition. In deeds, nothing means if not war. Relationships should be taken for a friend. Just like with yourself. And those words about friendship. Always had the wrong game.

A slave doesn't need a friend. A friend is looking for a friend. The slave is looking for a master. Raking chains is not a friend. That laughter of a brave friend identified. Behind him, rattling chains, playing with grimaces, masks followed others. A slave is not looking for a slave. And he doesn't need anyone. Except Mr.

I don't see trust in you. Because I don't have it. I don't trust my inner call. And I can't even trust myself. And when you meet me again. Call that inner call. If he trusts you. So I will no longer be that scoundrel.

This was the last word. And yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday. Today is another word. And those promises and oaths have already become obsolete. We so want to believe in something that will never happen. Or happen somewhere outside our door. Again new experiences with new oaths.

Listening again. This nonsense is about your or someone else's fate. All who can run away to the neighbor. They don't even need them. And in the ugliness of this wild one. Not when love did not live. Everything was just screaming. Or where there is an eternal battle.

Inviting me to witness. Those actions that could not be. You are satisfied with zeal. To be praised or not to be. Having received the praise allotted. Rushing with joy into another battle. No reason to be appreciated. Whose fate.

I give you freedom. That's all you have and that's how it should be. I see the pain of what you don't accept. Throwing away all freedom entirely. In those chains so cozy and right. And still the same hand feeds. Freedom sold you for the right. An additional round ring forged for you on a chain.

There is no versatility in more than me. Everything that I have more than one. Alone, all colors are correct. There are no saints in the crowd. Crowds are right for those who look like a crowd. Lonely even in partnership exhausting. All rules are made up for being a crowd.

I don't think that it's so easy to give up all or those feelings. That when you wake up you don’t think about the fact that somewhere you were hooked on something. But awareness is also useful for those. To whom is freedom, and to whom are actions without explanation. What for?

You think that the one below you understands. He smiles at you with all his might. He will never forgive your superiority. You owe him for being fake. Don't try to say something nice. Even the bad will be against him.