self-flagellation [Theme] Page 4

Probably something wrong with me, since none of my relationship with a woman lasted longer than Hitler and Eva Braun.

How subtle the sense of guilt can vary the torture, throwing balls details in the eternal ring, causing all life to touch the same beads.

Overflow to itself in this feeling of disgust that I want to be a cockroach and throw yourself under a Shoe.

The joy of this life are not its joys, but our fear of climbing into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its torments, but our self-flagellation because of this fear.

True-flagellation puts himself the only one who anyone about this notification; otherwise all facilitated by the vanity.

You cannot always blame yourself, Bradley. Like spilt milk: it is necessary to wipe and forget.

I try to use the moment, but I am the Queen of self-flagellation, torture themselves forever to the pain in the stomach all sorts of "why didn't I why didn't do that." Trying to look forward: I was very lucky, I could not work, but doing what you love. I have no right to arrogance. Not deadly, if I'm wrong, if missing out on something or, on the contrary, make, and later regret it. In such moments of doubt and anxiety I say to myself: 80 years old when I won't have any teeth, what will remain? And the answer is the people whom I bear in my heart.

Only a fool humbles himself - because the world is full of people willing to do it for him.

We branim themselves only in order to be praised.

You can't beat yourself up over something they have no power.

I entered the mirror I'm lost in the mirror, I looked into the future, I was at peace with himself, and here I am again a disorder.

Every man is his own executioner and the victim.

To smack around at least the one in the mirror: "Hello, the girl was a fool, how did you managed all the ***at?"

I think each or every is, something like a dung shovel, which in times of stress and troubles you start to dig into themselves, their thoughts and feelings. Get rid of it. Burn it to the ground. Otherwise, you dug the pit will reach the depths of the subconscious, and then at night will come out of it dead.