susceptibility [Theme]

I belong to the category of overly receptive people.

Those who are too happy about a clear day will find it a hundred times harder to endure bad weather.

I grabbed the book, ran into the garden, read the rest. Closed his book. And that ended my childhood. I understand all about lonely people.

But it has something else - the ability to empathize and to uncover the motives of the person using the behavior. He can put himself in my, in your place and scroll in the head of someone else's point of view. Sometimes it instills in him a morbid fear. So it's not a very nice gift, Jack. Susceptibility - the double-edged sword.

Never heard bigger nonsense than the assertion that only comes from sick sick. Life is indiscriminate, and morality her spit. She is brave enough a product of disease, consumes, digests it, and worth it just to learn, this is health. The fact of aliveness, my friend, negates all the difference between illness and health. A whole crowd, a whole generation susceptible, perfectly healthy young men pounced on opus ill genius, a genius in the power of disease, admires and praises, praises, carries away, in its own way changes him, makes known culture...

This susceptibility, the susceptibility - of course, disaster. In his age mood swings, like that of a boy of some or even most girls; without any reason the day - fine, day - too bad; he's just happy when you meet a pretty face, and he positively killed by a hobgoblin.

People who are able particularly acute to enjoy life, as much suffer from the blows of fate.

My sister cut off from the world, lest he see how vulnerable she is. I cut off from the world, so he can't see how I'm immune.