vanity [Theme] Page 14

A perfect man is the one who goes away from the hustle and bustle.

It is vain to insist, as if the human soul must be satisfied with peace. No, she needed a flurry of activity, and it creates its likeness in dreams, if you can not find in reality.

Half of my life we lose because of the rush.
Slowly, we do not notice sometimes
No puddles on the cap of the Russula,
No pain in the depths of your favorite eye...
And just, as they say, at sunset,
Amid the bustle, a prisoner of success, suddenly,
You ruthlessly for the throat grab
Cold hands fear.
He lived on the run, with the Ghost in pursuit,
In networks of care and urgent matters.
And maybe most importantly - and blew...
And maybe most importantly - overlooked...

On the way days in a long life,
Forgetting fatigue,
Maybe too quickly we run,
What we have left?
Can be a little more
And over the road-
It's dark and empty, not a soul there.
Have a little patience
Stay at least for a moment
Can too, in fact we're in a hurry.

All is vanity and asymmetric dualism of the linguistic sign.

Better try all and see what all the fuss is about, nothing to try and live an empty life.

In the cycle of days, boutiques, salaries
Only the dead can sleep seriously.
And live - not believe - in a new way.
It's all good. But sometimes lack of tears.

If you want to make a fuss - fuss... Who am I to deprive you of the right to error?

I've got nobody else praying for the bucks, they are tired, but people do not know how to live differently, and here they are, scratching your head, make massage, cheating wife with his mistress, and a mistress with a man, they are looking for love, buying banks with vitamins, hit the gas, honk, Yes, that is the universal desperate running, they honk to let everyone know that they exist.

Incredibly talented those who are able to weather the storm. I still have not learned to stand still when the situation requires. Infinite throwing from one extreme to another, aimless turning once read books. To forget how to feel. To cut down all the buds, to fill the unmade bed, and re-freeze leaked ice cream and live one endless moment... Stop! No, I do not want this. Better I will love. Even hurt...

We are in the bustle and bustle impatiently shorten the life, and the opportunity to enjoy it.

For inner peace need an external vanity.

All vanity of vanities. All is vanity and catching the wind.

We are afraid to sit idle. Afraid of something not to do. As if you can catch it. As if the fact that we can make it for someone. Vanity - the meaning of our lives.