Author of quotes: Bestnes. Page 2

This false identity is built. From sand, from dust, like smoke. When false, what was built is discarded. Something was born that was always holy. And there was no holiness at birth. It was what should always be.

There is no courage in your life as a coward. The brave always lives. Until you understand why you are being led where you did not agree. Not a step back, in both cases, life is for someone. But the one who is brave knows, but the coward just thinks that he is.

I always have tomorrow. Those doors to the future are open if they exist. Yesterday I don't remember who I was. I don't have my assassination attempt from the past. Opening to the wind the window with obsolete dogmas of the prophets. Everyone pointed to tomorrow, looking at life in yesterday.

The whole cannot be judged by fragments. When an act is done it is determined by the moment. What used to be no more. There is a lot of inferiority in completeness. There are many things that are not up to actions in an act.

Those speeches that are not their plausible. But slavery is stronger from the concept. What is not you will not be you. No one can tell who you were born to be. Entering into slavery, closing your ears. Listening through the eyes of others but not yourself.

Entering new situations, forget the one who was before you-yourself. In changes, life itself pours overflowing. What is defined has already died long ago and forever. Trying to revive everything. Because of the fear of losing a self that has not existed for a long time.

Friends should also be hated. They will not give that life to love. The enemy is always insane. This is who you become during the struggle. And yes, life is sad. Everything seems to be going according to plan, as usual. Only the spoons on the table are the same. And the concept, acceptance and destiny.

Having created the world, you cannot do otherwise. In those patience, pouring yourself out by torment. What has become life is different. You cannot forgive with love. And waking up for the second time in a day. In the same world where he lived. And still trying. Maybe you can live.

I hurt myself again. There was someone I didn't see. Always talking to myself. Illusion like you I hate myself all the time. All that was not in you. I'm still just the beginning. About who, and not before, but for that.

Suffering is given to him to feel. Not knowing life is different. Pain drowns out joy. The life that shouldn't be. With an embittered face, taking away happiness. Cannot carry and see in others. Restlessness in blurry speeches. Not theirs. Well, someone has to be.

I'm not new to myself. And so also to others I am not news. The natural will not sparkle with colors of attraction. What is hidden is not always news. It's easier to see the deception. Where there was never you. Not understanding what is important. Taking away your I.

When you receive, do not accept what is given. Limiting freedom to definitions. Calling you things. With care I look into the eyes of hatred. I count the seconds of love. I print carefully. That layers of masks gave in torment.

Disabled people who want to be someone. Dreaming of those who do not want to be today. Forgetting your purpose. Trying not to talk to yourself one on one. In an effort to pass the time. In those flights there were always only flights back.

In this hell you and I love people. Those who are love those who are not. And the one who is not loved more than. Even God once created his own hell. And what is will be what is not. Those people have what they want. How much is measured, so much is invented.