knife [Theme]

That I can’t live without this faith.

A vivid dream entered my memory softly and elastically, like a knife entering butter... Not a single person in whom childhood is still alive, and especially a child, would forget such a dream, because a miracle is not forgotten...

I wished everyone a bon appetit!

The vast majority of psychopaths, like the iceberg, are underwater, and like the iceberg, they are inert. They don't do anything. They're just there. They torture their spouse because of their indifference, but do not beat or kill her. They intimidate their colleagues, but they don't burn down the office. They are not dramatic. They are destructive. Most psychopaths are elusive. They are more like a poison than a knife, and they are more like a slow-acting poison than cyanide.

There are individuals whom no swindler can deceive, but “fate” can easily stick a knife in the back.

the spring will flow as before.

It was the taste of hatred - my hatred, the hatred of the prisoners, the hatred of the guards and the whole world. Prisons are temples where devils learn to pray. Slamming the door of someone's cell, we turn the knife of fate in the wound, because in doing so we lock the person alone with his hatred.

Not everyone is capable of stabbing another in the back!

If there is an opportunity for revenge, it should be seized. To thrust a knife into your enemy's chest and watch his life slowly drain away. This is sometimes worth the risk.

The tongue, like a knife, needs to be constantly sharpened with books so that it is always sharp.

But missionaries, even in the most remote corners of Africa, teach Negroes things that are incomparably more useful: how to plant trees, how to provide for themselves from hunger. Every small mission is surrounded by mangoes, coconuts, breadfruit and coffee trees, tangerines, lemons, etc. You need to know that such trees, at least in that part of the country that I saw, grow only in gardens. The Negroes, who live in the wild, follow the example of the monks, and surround their homes with gardens, while among those who live farther on, we often did not meet a single fruit tree. It is easy to imagine what happens in these villages when the cassava fails.

I'm so numb that I can't feel the knife in my back.

What is the difference between lead and a knife?

It all started with the Big Bang!