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To give any weight to the syllable,
So was it brighter and juicy,
Idioms to help us
Make judgments wisely.
Who, for example, old and weak in body,
On his temples,streams of silver,
And its still pulls to the young maidens, -
About this will say, lusty.

- Weight from 52 to 53.5 kg. Horror!
Dude may look like a stand for the microphone, but still Gore.

Funny, but I was glad she gained weight, I thought she jammed her grief, and that means she still loves me, and dialed her weight will be harder to find someone.

Hmm... This panel is not designed for subjects your weight. I'll add a few zeros to its maximum load... You broke it, right?

Loyalty is a quality that cannot be measured and quantified, such as height or weight. It is hidden in minds and on hearts, deep inside.

When I was fourteen (and I was shaving twice a week, necessary or not necessary), nail in the wall could not support the weight of the sheets of the denial. Replacing a stud carpenter crutch, I continued to write. At sixteen I began to bounce with additions from the hands of a few more encouraging than the advice to throw the stapler and start using a paperclip.

What is truly beneficial and has a weight, so is the rage. Here she gives a lot of strength and motivation to action. None of your words, no smiles and promises, the prospects, my God, no! Normal human anger. That is the engine of progress.

- You're light as a feather.
I don't want to see the bird, which dropped this feather.

And the voice and the wind have a shadow... you have lust for life... You drink it everyday drink, like each of us... And the words in it be Yours, like each of us... the words are the same... but every word is a work of the Soul.. I am deeply convinced that the weight of words and the power of words big.. but the power comes only when the word each is the truth... the truth about things, about the event about the flower.. the truth.. open yourself to the truth of relationships... when words cease to be words.. when the word label, the flower fades, but the essence is blooming.. and you understand the nature of this event, you become.. the word disappears.. it is the essence... that is what gives a person the feeling.. it is this lust for life creates an inner flowering
You're not separate themselves from the "events" you - event

A fragment of time in eternity,
We like you a pair of lovers,
Stepping as quietly as possible on the roof of the world,
To know that all pages of all books are clean.
Say, a poem should kill you
And only after that you will be able to write
But the word does not die, when spoken,
It only begins to live.
;In guidebook to the dark world should see the star.
Life is simple for the heart, beats it while you can.
Rain soaks the clothes
Silk cocoons of poetry, a new poetry...
Like a monk illuminating a scroll -
Fallen into the hands of cesarean wound foliage...
Leaves always sigh once
Their words are like shady rooms, soft silence
In it they come to weave in the phrase...
Opinion is erased...
Something stresses thoughts
Who grew up next to a naked nights
And weight, weary of my weight, it gives itself the sacred games.
Profile of night of the abyss flavor...
People are divided into two types -
Crazy crickets or wounded fireflies.
A type of person comes scattered
In a deep breath of Holiness
His nights weigh as rocks in the grass time.
;Milk spilled from the jar on the table -
It was as if something came down on someone else's territory...
The world is a big maze in the ruins.
And frankincense feeling harder swings a censer of rows
Uttering another fragment of prayer.
It gives understanding that the void which we crowded,
We can not wait.
She picks our black and haunt us brightness...
She finds the words that I speak only with us.
And our eyes melt and weep,
And we swim through the thaw to continue to live.
She asylum, those soft mirror
Where do we hide after tears.
On the beach of White Stones
Love revived al the poems in my blood...
And when I looked up, I realized
that page become like fire,
So then, let us go to keep our ashes.

Words of wonders, miracles of words -
Needle darn birds of heaven.
Melts like the forest, and lose weight all
What don't you believe yourself.
In this way can save us
Everyone can save only one love,
Since believe in her again.
The wind of hope keeps the sail on the dawn
And you younger by twenty years.
Shines as before in the sky an early star,
That Venus salasa always
That Love salasa always.

- What is?
- Yes, sir, major!
- That's right, fifteen tons, in fact! But in fact it's a booby awesome! If we include on it a toggle switch, then after three seconds it will lose one hundred percent of its weight! Moreover, it will become lighter than air... Attention! (mine crashes out of the hatch of the tank) yeah, then the wind it blows in the direction of the camp Suslov stupid. It is again gaining his weight and falls on the heads of the enemy, and then you realize what is happening. Okay?
- Sir, question?
- Go Ahead, Smolke.
- And if the wind will not?
- [takes off the wall statement About it in the manual nothing is written... (Mina begins to fall back)

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.
For it isnt your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.




When you become rich, everyone knows you,
Look in the reflection -
The guy in the mirror can look and say with love
And you listen carefully.
Not father or mother, not your friend, not wife,
Judged strictly for your business.
The guy, whose sentence is always the most important,
Looks from the mirror straight in the eye.
No matter what the guy will be with you
Before you leave us suddenly.
And, believe me, you passed the hardest test of your,
If in the mirror the guy is your friend.
(When you once succeed
And be king for one day
Then look in the mirror, look at yourself,
And listen to what you say, this man is.
This - not the mother, not the father or wife,
Whose judgment you must pass.
The man, whose judgment has the most weight
Is the person looking at you from the mirror.
To him, you have to like and not others
Because only he will be with you until the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous,difficult test
If he says that he's your friend.)

Now, when you become a member of Parliament, your name alone carries weight. Oh, don't crevices, it's true, whether you like it or not. Many probably want to get your name for their businesses.
- I'm like a rich heiress - I suspect a vested interest in each admirer...