vanity [Theme] Page 12

When the world for a long time separates us from the best that is in us, when worries are unbearable, and the pleasure is a burden, - how sweet and pleasant is solitude!

The clock like a knife. Rolling in the head from the shoulders.
In the loop road cars in the metro - careless thread..
They did not catch.
No, we save on silk
But the devil will even eat the wood of the cross.
Sadness so empty, bile filled laugh...
There is no time.

Oh, this world, a sad world, and Brenna!
And all who see it and hear it, is vanity.

Happiness lies only in repose, not in the hustle and bustle.

The people living in such a profound misunderstanding of the vanity of all human life that come in a complete surprise when they are talking about the meaninglessness of the pursuit of honors. Well not amazing is it?

All is vanity. All a passing dream.
And the star's light - the light of death instant
And man is nothing.
A speck of dust in the world he is.
But the pain of his huge Universe.

And I always somewhere to run
And stand and go I cannot
And, can not sit, and lie not able
And I couldn't run, but again the run.

Lively and best dreams
Us die amid the everyday hustle and bustle.

Vanity separates us from each other,
All thoughts criss-crossing web of sticky.
Because it is sometimes difficult
To distinguish between small and great.

Most of us think ourselves smarter than most
And constantly to each other about something argues.
It's like fashion, which has always been.
So worried the sand on the bottom of the sea.

You probably know the feeling when you just want to escape from the hustle and bustle. Just don't compromise and don't negotiate, and look for peace within yourself: to reflect, to find solutions, simply to relax alone with the other.

The fuss is, the underside and face. Face it stupid is a nigger in jewelry, from the inside stupid - a philosopher in rags.

Why do I want to Wake up dead? If all our glorious vanity from birth to death - the only sticks available to us if our great enchanting Life Flight - in any case such a short dash compared to the eras bygone and the upcoming how squeamish a few precious moments? And, finally, thirdly: and if life is so hectic, why fight?

Still, what if time will take and hardens for a moment,
Interrupt your eternal race flywheel
The culprit of all the hustle,
So appreciate people.
You could see now all so close that you can touch with your finger
As a child wandered behind the scenes, seeing that the world consists of simple decorations.
Now you can see traces of all errors,
A lot of them, but you like many-armed Shiva.
The magic word "Please."
Always followed by the word "Thank you".