delusions of grandeur [Theme] Page 1

The diameter of the halo should not exceed the diameter of the head.

Laura like to think (it's one of her biggest secrets), which in itself also had a spark of originality, a dash of greatness, although it is aware that such a sweet suspicion as some little buds, live almost in every human being, live and die, never revealed. Pushing a shopping trolley in the supermarket or sitting under the dryer at the hairdresser, she asked herself, as do all other women the same thing: here is a great soul, who knows sorrow and joy, here is a woman supposed to be not here voluntarily engaged in such a mundane and in fact such stupid things: picking the tomatoes, dry the hair in a Barber shop, because this is its duty and creativity. Because the world survived, the war ended, and our goal is to get families to bear and raise children, to create not just books or paintings but a new, harmonious universe in which children should be provided with security (if not happiness), and men survivors of unimaginable horror, fought bravely and skillfully, - bright living room, the smell of perfume, starched tablecloths, napkins.

Now, briefly about yourself, quietly sitting on a throne...

Only a miserable person trying to prove that he is happy; only a dead man tries to prove that he is alive; only a coward tries to prove that he is brave. Only a man who knows his depression is trying to prove his greatness.

What are you, Champ, because in the hands of a million.
You Shine a star above the faceless crowd.
And around the pain and hell, poverty and corruption.
Because Olympus heights, to Nusret sewage!

Shit, too feels like a celebrity when flying around the flies.

When I look at the stars, I realize how insignificant they are compared to me. © MAXIM, 2009

When people pull from the bottom to the top, they lose their heads, no matter how beautiful the phrase is no cover-up.

I have no delusions of grandeur, I have an actual recipe for grandeur.

The man who thinks his toothache misery all over the world, is clearly inclined to exaggerate events.

I have no delusions of grandeur. Great people do not suffer.

Gossip is not my concern. I know that the best!

- You're talking gibberish, man.
- Sorry, I'm not talking nonsense is you just can not catch up.

Three and a half years I wanted to be a cook, mind you, as a cook, not a chef. At the age of seven wanted to be Napoleon, and my claims since then have become steadily increase.
(At the age of six I wanted to be a chef. At seven Napoleon. And later, my ambitions have grown no less than the desire for greatness.)