hopelessness [Theme] Page 6

Life is full of suffering, the world is cursed but still you find a reason to live....

When it's time to give up, to recognize a hopeless case - hopeless? And once it becomes unbearable, when we get too tired to fight and give up. That's when the real work begins... After all, how to find hope where it has not left?..

We fly on a spinning lump of mud into infinity, do not know why, and we will undoubtedly die.

There is nothing more hopeless than entertainment according to plan.

I got ***hedgehog all those who do not expect
and hopelessness that drags on the loop.

Me you can laugh.
- I will not laugh. Laugh is on those who are not yet hopeless. To understand. And you're hopeless.

... The man who was able to understand that it will not be worse, stop crying and being afraid and starts to have fun.

Here in me lights up a wild desire for strong feelings, the " wow " experience, a furious anger at the dull, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, the furious need to smash something to pieces, the shop, for example, a Cathedral or myself, to make some kind of dashing folly, rip off the wigs with any respectable idols, to supply any rebellious students coveted tickets to Hamburg, defile the girl, or to wring the neck of several members of the bourgeois lifestyle. After all, that's what I hated and cursed irreconcilable than the other, is contentment, is health, this idealism, this blagodarenie the optimism of the bourgeois, that prosperity is just mediocre, normal, average.

From a little empty room exuded hopelessness, longing, and November.

Say, a people cannot be suppressed without end. Lies! You can! We can see how our people have become empty, wild, and came to him indifference not only to the fate of the country, not only to the fate of the neighbor, but even to his own fate and the fate of children. Indifference, the latter salutary reaction of the organism, has become our defining feature. That's why the popularity of vodka - unprecedented even on the Russian scale. This is the terrible indifference, when a man sees his life not chipped, not broken by area, and so hopelessly fragmented, so the length and breadth ruined that just for the alcoholic oblivion is still worth to stay. Now, if vodka was banned, but immediately we would have the revolution broke out.

You can come here, to leave - not now, not ever. You will forever remain in Russia, will bury you in skinny Russian land, and from your ashes will rise the main Russian plant burdock.

Ruthless should be the hurricanes that are forced to beg peace from the barrel of a pistol.

In present Russia there is little hope for love and the life, what you are describing in his books. But there is a lot of vodka, days similar to one another, and the meaning of life and the prospects of at least some change is completely absent.

"Live near me, be like me, die next to me," at first sight so attractive, but in fact is deadly boring. Worse - hopeless!