self-criticism [Theme] Page 2

Accustomed the success of the awards and mountains of flowers to measure. And he here, - shows heart. - Know in my heart that in the second act into two sentences were off, but the audience is kind, pretended that have not noticed...

- From Zavadsky in the theater were three sisters. Vera Maretskaya - weaver, I Babarikha and the Orlova though the Guidon and has not given birth, but to overseas countries all the time loose.
- Why you Babarikha?
- Because of assholes.

Come to my house, I'll show you unknown folk artists.

The most difficult thing in the world, is to be a good thinker without being a rigorous critic himself; and checked the source - in conversation with himself.

That others do not have time to get their trivia on the barbs prick himself.

- That we would be melafon. We could then think of the grandmother with the grandfather to read.
- Although I already know their thoughts, I said to the wolf. - Imbitsily we need to flog us instead of Breakfast. Then the day quietly pass. And we are smarter by the end of summer will become.
Why? - asked Vovka.
- Well, because grandma says that if we flog often, the brains of the ass back to head back. And so we slowly vyberaem.

Self-criticism - a good weapon. Himself to inveigh against, blame, admit - you look, and soften the source.

The best way to avoid ridicule over his non-standard appearance - a loud and public self-criticism. With a good bit of humor.

Hand on heart, I have a good half of their own antics did not like, and so that either two would have survived only one.

I peered at her reflection and marvel at how small I look. I begin to breathe heavily, and every breath reflects a strong echo of the pain. Hate, HATE, HATE myself. In me a murderous rage mixed with pain.

My hysterical laughter accompanied by tears, screaming. I laugh. On the pavement in a puddle. I look at her and see my reflection. It's so pathetic, worthless, disgusting. Hysteria is gaining new strength.

- Don't laugh, Mr. Haller.
Oh, I mock myself.

He is a genius of suffering, he developed a brilliant, unlimited, terrible capacity for suffering. The basis of his pessimism - not contempt for the world and contempt for myself, for, with all the devastating cruelty of his opinions about the institution or orders of the people, he never considered himself an exception, his arrows he sent first and foremost to himself, he hated and denied myself in the first place.

One has only to look at themselves, to imagine how intelligent life might develop into something we would not want to deal with.