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The world as a whole speaks the language of science. Therefore, it is necessary to learn this language.
The smart and the fool find a common language, but they understand words in their own way.
- A quiet insistent voice in our head - why does it torment us so much? he asked and paused. - Maybe it reminds us that we are alive, that we are mortal, that each of us is endowed with a unique soul, which we are so afraid to part with, although it makes us feel more unhappy than all other creatures? Besides, what, if not pain, sharpens our sense of self? It is terrible when a child suddenly realizes that he is a being isolated from the whole world, that no one and nothing suffers when he burned his tongue or skinned his knee, that his pain belongs only to him alone. It is even worse when, with age, you begin to realize that no one, even the closest and beloved person, will ever be able to understand you for real. The ego makes us extremely unhappy, and is that why we are so eager to get rid of it?
"Who are you calling a dick, asshole?"
If you are a teacher, look at them without fear, be yourself!
Russian language - chess in words.
Take care. Be happy.
The geniuses of all ages and countries speak different languages, but the same flame burns in all of them.
The tongue is without bones, but it grinds into seven volosts.
By the way, comrades, there is such a popular sign: if you stand in front of a mirror in the morning, you show your tongue to your reflection, and it shakes its fist at you in response, then you had a bad snack in the evening.
Language is powerful, because it can both kill and resurrect
She sat on the enemy's lap, trying to ease his pain. So clear and simple. Like twice two. Lose the one you love. Lose a mother. It's like some kind of separate language in which there were no sides - everyone understood it.
Existence of you in me. I only know one language of you. There is more explanation in silence than in mania. The one who was before who became. In silence knowing her silence. Losing hope every day. The one who carried the words for the proposal. Said. And so they did not understand. I knew.
Go to India and end up in Patagonia. Learn Spanish and learn Portuguese. You know, if things go on like this, then one day, instead of throwing a cigar out the window, I will throw myself out.
Short tongue, lengthen life.
