thoughts [Theme] Page 228

To think what between the ears, not between legs.

I'm an advocate of simple,
Don't want to play in love.
It's just so much evil,
And we can just know:
You became for me one of the most
You became for me the most bright,
And I'll be anyone
But I will not gray ashes

Occasionally, however, when I went to bed with a pleasant thought about how now I sleep in bits and pieces flashed in the darkening already awake.

Brains is a labyrinth in which the wandering thoughts and not the best of find a way.

- I'm not alone. I love it here!
- Now like. It's like you went to rest in Tahiti. Until the sun burns the skin, and stroking. You sleep a lot, and mosquitoes do not interfere. But once you settle there, and everything will change. So go into your world and enjoy the memories. Don't do anything stupid. Almost all of us here alone... If you are very lucky, we carry out with him to the grave only a few happy moments.

Perhaps, each day consists of mini-checks: checks character checks the power of the spirit and checks of friendship. If you are lucky, the most important test you will pass perfectly.

Learn to choose your thoughts, like choosing a closet of clothes every day.

You know, if I didn't
Someone must have thought of me.

We are the ones who make us our thoughts. So keep an eye on dreams. They never lie

It's all in itself... But something sticks out.

Think about it - it doesn't hurt.

After all, we are what we think. Our emotions are slaves to our thoughts, and we in turn are slaves of emotions.

Three butterflies, flying to the burning candle, and began to theorize about the nature of fire.
One, flying to the flames, came back and said:
- Fire shines.
Another flew up closer and scorched wing. Arriving back, she said:
- It burns!
Third, approaching quite near, perished in the fire and never returned.
She found out what I wanted to know, but couldn't tell about the rest.
Who received the knowledge deprived of the opportunity to talk about it, so who knows is silent, and the speaker does not know.

The nature of fear that thoughts distort reality.