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The rebel, who does not possess the gift of a rebel by nature, destined to drone.
People like Harry in the world pretty much to this type belong, in particular, many artists. All of these men embody two souls, two beings, divine and diabolical, maternal and paternal blood, the capacity for happiness and the capacity for suffering is mixed up and mixed up in them as hostile and chaotic as man and wolf in Harry. And these people whose life is very hectic, you feel at times in their rare moments of happiness, such strength, such overwhelming beauty, foam instant happiness sometimes rises so high and dazzlingly over the sea of suffering that the light from this short flashes of happiness reach out to others and their bewitch.
There are people who have talents as gloves: they play piano, they read music, they go to the master classes in psychology, and a little paint and versed in the art house; and they speak several languages; they are successful and elegant; and there are people who have only one talent, but a gift from God, he brought to a state of madness, or diamond - these are the people I admire...
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
And the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
It's like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to understand that
It was love from above,
Which could save me from hell,
In her soul was fire, it was easy to see
As the devil left my soul.
The air itself throbbed,
When she started dancing
Everyone in this room was keeping time
The movements of her hands,
And we sang...
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
And the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
It's like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to understand that
It was love from above,
Which could save me from hell,
In her soul was fire, it was easy to see
As the devil left my soul.
The air itself throbbed,
When she started dancing
Everyone in this room was keeping time
The movements of her hands,
And we sang...
You live the lives of other people
And you never know
Thank all your roles
You raised up to the heavens,
Every day you try on someone's mask
And your life is a nightmare
But the play of their roles you're turning into a fairy tale,
Playing so much is a gift from God.
And you never know
Thank all your roles
You raised up to the heavens,
Every day you try on someone's mask
And your life is a nightmare
But the play of their roles you're turning into a fairy tale,
Playing so much is a gift from God.
You have the priceless gift of silence! It makes you a great partner.
Happiness does not come by itself, Sayuri. We do not deserve it. When all is well is a gift, but this gift is not eternal.
Stupidity is the gift of God, but they should not be abused.
Quote Explanation: The source expression — a string of poetic short stories "Child fairies" by the German writer Paul geise (1830-1914): "Stupidity is a gift from God".
Only one who is gifted, wish for companies talented.
