life [Theme] Page 1666

There is nothing uglier man, who has no other evidence of the benefit of his long life except age.

Improve skills: trust fate, do what you want, and don't be afraid...

Life is a game collective, but individual skill much depends.

Life and death are one and the same point that the person passes in different directions. So whether or not to run for the events to fatal finish? We will all die. Maybe it makes more sense to live in the other side?

Volentem ducunt fata, nolentem trahunt, which means voluntarily surrendering the fate of love, and those who resist - Trahunt. But there is always a choice. Or will IT be with all nejnosti and feeling-with, or you'll just be screwing, rough and austere...

The more meaning does the man in your life, the more serious the circumstances with which he struggles, and problems that it solves. And the less it is time for life itself.
But life is not the problem and circumstances.
And the flower on the side.
Nothing.

You can laugh over anything and everything, but not when you want. We joke about death-bed, but not at the deathbed. Life is always serious, but to live always serious - not.

Wise restraint does not constitute a waiver of the joys of life.

In dialogue with life is important, not her question and our answer.

Do not cry and do not worry, there are no such difficult positions, of which life would not have found the way out - you only need to give her time to it.

Jonathan Scagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.
Jonathan understood why so short life gull: eats her boredom, fear and anger, but he forgot about boredom, fear and anger, and lived a long happy life.

- I am 19 years old. I already for nineteen years, ' said I, looking at the clock, whose wooden arrows crept closer to the critical level 00:00. And I never did anything worthwhile. Suicide, zero. Go and lying to myself that's cool.

... you know, maybe in my life there were a lot of ***tion, but less than could be...

I am back to where I eat death
And draw the life out of crystal glasses
In it nothing is impossible
Yes it is a little, but a lot
There is decadence, casual encounters
The sun puts out the unnecessary candles
On the gramophone, put the record
And shot to the music of sting!