hopelessness [Theme] Page 3

Sometimes she was silently crying, it was heartbreaking to watch. Hysteria - still performance. Action. And silent tears - grief and hopelessness.

The more friends and acquaintances of the women, the clearer it becomes loneliness.

I regret that today... When the servant brought me coffee, I again could not say "thank you". I am absolutely hopeless. I don't deserve to live.

And those cells of the heart created in us by nature to joy, becoming unnecessary die off. And those cubes chest where nestles the faith for years are empty and desiccate.

... blindness, among other things, it is also the best in the world, where hope has disappeared.

Remind me why we
Live these days?
Like the books on the shelves
The years gather dust,
We dream - we are open
Pages will find at least some sense.
I hope it is impossible
Endlessly carried downstream.

The higher the climb,
The harder they fall.
The more dreaming about how to fly.
The more it appears that crawling.
Earlier the point was in space
The options around us.
At 8:30 intermeddle in transport,
I think - well, who would be saved?

Most hopeless task cease to be hopeless, just barely begin to solve them. For example, when I think that the bus to leave, but begin to catch up, in eight cases out of ten successfully catch up and in only two cases he leaves. Loses only one who seems to.

How can something be better when it gets worse?

Too cold to roam the world,
Colder lying in a coffin.
Remember that, remember that,
Not swear his fate.

... even false hope is better than hopelessness.

Desperately scratching your head and hurt your ears, but the worst was the state of dull hopelessness.

You look up at the sky. You already feel skull bird. She's aching bones, her feathers burning in the acid of the soul, raucous muddy out vapor breathing. You also want to fly. You wanted to fly yesterday, I want today and will want tomorrow. Day after day, day after day, until a little fluffy bunnies-days are not gnawing black hole in your anemic chest. Until they dragged them in their sweet some carrots fierce ruthlessness of life. You look at the sky, stroking their leverets and modificeres alive. Only the sky remains with you, in you, around you, only sky, only sky... But the sky is perhaps the most elegant poison.

A time of hope - a young time, it inevitably passes. After him, the road breaks into the abyss, not the end of the last act of that curve, no, it continues. Starts training itself, when you take the old geometric figure, the corners of which are sealed passport data - name, age, product number, trade code and start an effort of will to adapt it to the realities that will never be better that such and such will remain.