mortality [Theme] Page 3

Despite the fact that we have alcohol was drunk in General, less than abroad, however, the death rate from alcoholism are several times higher than the death rate from alcoholism abroad. Alcoholism destroy our well-being of the working and peasant families, ruined their economy. "Today, fasting tomorrow on an empty stomach - you look, and the cow from the yard dragging", "drink vodka - under Okarem wander" - say the proverb. <...> a Lot of bitter and powerless women and children and the tears shed every day in the face of our country. Misfortune and disease, human grief and confusion in people's life carried with him the vodka. No dark it's not without its participation.

But it turns out the dead man is not so easy to drive. Especially when he needs something alive.

Let's not become friends, Jim. You could die tomorrow, and I'll miss you too much.
Let's not become friends, Jim. You could be dead tomorrow and I'd miss you too much.

- You see that corner? I'm trying to remember what was there before. Do you remember?
- No.
- Probably, and happens. We quickly forget what I saw. Maybe we did not notice that was there. When the house disappears one day, it seems that it wasn't at all. Just like human beings when they die.

Statistics mortality society reduces life to a chemical process.

Where am I?
- N-farm m-my brother...
- And if I'll come, will you die?
- D-Yes...
- The mortal world...

Because of you, people are dying.
But men are mortal. They all eventually die. So they are arranged.

All these crises of middle age - nothing like panic attacks. And they occur not because you're getting older. But because you start to realize your mortality. A midlife crisis is the rebellion of man against finiteness. A rebellious person often rides with his head out in the fictional, surreal worlds.

It is impossible to return the dead back. The world is a huge river, and man is only a part of this thread. He is not able to change the channel of the river.

But that's mortality made them what they were, the flame burning brighter because of its fragility. Death is the mother of beauty, - as the poet said.

Perhaps this is the Central paradox of our existence: to live means to be aware of their mortality. Life, by definition, a deadly disease.

Prince just as mortal as the last slave.

All mothers die and I will die. And people wolves have not done them gods love is given. First the mother likes, then the wife, the children remain. Not me - will you have a girlfriend. It will not give you a wolf to make.

Elves - the people are lovely and wonderful, and they have power over the hearts of the people. And yet it seems to me sometimes that it would be better if we with them never to meet, and to live his own simple life. For ancient people this possesses the wisdom of centuries; they are proud and stands. In their pale light we are - or are perishing too quickly, and the burden of the fate of our heavier pressure on the shoulders.
- My father loves them with great love, - replied to Turin, and he knoweth not joy away from them. He says we learned that the elves have almost everything that we know, and there was a higher and nobler; and he says that people who recently came over the mountains, no better than orcs.
- That is true, answered Sador - at least on some of us. But to rise up painfully, and height too easy to fall into the abyss.