alarm clock [Theme]
The awareness of the inevitability of death came to me early, at the age of thirteen or fourteen. The French literary critic Charles du Bose, Edith Wharton's friend and translator, coined a clever phrase for this: le réveil mortel. What's the best way to translate? “Death Alarm Ring” is a bit from the field of hotel services. “Death-knowledge”, “awakening to death” - smacks too much of German philosophy. "Awareness of death"? - but this suggests a condition rather than a pinpoint lightning strike. In a sense, the bad (first) translation of Dubosov’s expression fits best: it’s really as if you are in an unfamiliar hotel room, where your predecessor left the alarm clock set, and at a monstrous early hour you are suddenly torn from sleep into the darkness of the morning by panic fear and cruel realization that in this world you are just a guest.
Try flexing your joy muscle and see what happens. Nothing heals us better than ourselves. ✨
But if this is so, then he is the happiest fool.
But if this is so, then he is the happiest fool.
And in broad daylight he calls the night...
The dream of mankind is to come up with an alarm clock that would wake up the conscience.
And you ruined my beautiful, my new bra, you had nothing to carry watermelons. Confusing my bra for a shopping bag. Moron! It would be better to confuse the door and the window. Step - and did not suffer! And straight to hell! It's clear? And yesterday you took the alarm clock to the pawnshop. What for? So that we never wake up. For us to be silent forever. But I woke up and I will not be silent!
Each coffin has an alarm clock, and it is set on the day of the Last Judgment.
Rosan al, jelly goal,
And the alarm clock is angry.
And the alarm clock is angry.
When you were cold, I put my sweater on you, and I felt warmer. When you were in pain, I clenched my teeth and whispered in anger about myself. I knew the taste of your tears, endlessly kissing your wet face. And you didn’t even know what time I’m a stranger tomorrow. I prayed for you on Wednesdays when you set the alarm for eight. And on Thursday, I hated you. Fifteen minutes to nine ...
necessary.
Morgenstern: Suck my PU*well, Hey!
Tambi: This is the new track? The alarm clock should be put.
Shcherbakov: This is the track for mother's Day he wrote.
Tambi: This is the new track? The alarm clock should be put.
Shcherbakov: This is the track for mother's Day he wrote.
July, and all have been in the habit.
I'm almost thirty
(even strange),
and I get up not late and not early
to convenient daily train.
Alarm clock, the kettle on the hotplate,
one hundred meters from the platform to the gate -
all up to the minute established, settled...
I'm almost thirty
(even strange),
and I get up not late and not early
to convenient daily train.
Alarm clock, the kettle on the hotplate,
one hundred meters from the platform to the gate -
all up to the minute established, settled...
Sunday morning. Each has it own Church, brunch, football, someone turns off the alarm to sleep another hour. The truth is that no matter how you spend Sunday, it is important with whom you spend it. People out of your life, your community, your friends and family. They are always with you, always ready to rely on them, believe in them and then there will be something good.
CONSCIENCE - the idea of proper and fair. This correlation of personal thoughts and actions with internalized moral principles.
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Conscience is the tuning fork of morality and the alarm of shame.
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A lie is not misleading, and the introduction of it is administered.
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Shame - it's a small shame for a domestic use.
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Conscience is the tuning fork of morality and the alarm of shame.
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A lie is not misleading, and the introduction of it is administered.
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Shame - it's a small shame for a domestic use.
