insensitivity [Theme]

Strange people, by God! he thought. - Why do they put a learned color on their faces? They tear their neighbors at exorbitant prices, they sell ointments for hair growth, and looking at their faces, you might think that they really are the priests of science. They write in Latin, they speak German ... They make something of a medieval person ... In a healthy state, you don’t notice these dry, callous physiognomies, but when you get sick, like I do now, you’ll be horrified that the holy cause has got into the hands of this insensitive ironing figure...

It was because of this smile that I left my home, wife and village the next day. I went into the jungle, in the direction indicated by Zara.

I know what sadness is, but for some reason it doesn't find it on me.

It’s painful for me to look people in the eyes, to which I seem insensitive. This incident resembles a long sheet of paper on which humble thoughts about yourself are crossed out with a gray pencil. Partly in them I see myself and others. A person who has been fiddling with bright colors of emotions all his life.

It seems to me that in everyday life - even if our actions, thank God, do not end in tragedy - we sometimes act like robots or expect others to act like lifeless, soulless, insensitive robots: “You have to succeed ... You have to work ... I have to go to school ... I have to take out the trash can ... I have to earn a living ... In such a situation, I have no choice ... "

Serenity. Insensitivity. Sometimes Peri dreamed of them as a great gift. If only she could forget. If only I could not be in pain. She tried to shake off the past, but despite her best efforts, it stubbornly pursued her. (…) Consciousness of her guilt, shame and self-hatred, united, melted into a kind of dense substance, which lay with a heavy burden on her soul.

- Why did you do it?
Let them downstairs to eat.
- If you do all the above?
- They do so.

I'm sorry, Shen.
- And I'm not.

Carry the burden of the White - and Skopje from a young age,
A wreath cheap laurels, mean praise the bouquet.
But at the end of life, without any fuss,
Let your work appreciate, like you!


Quote in English

Nothing dulls the senses like London.

- We lost Marishka...
Oh, my dear, calm down, I'll find myself a new bride.
What? You don't have any sympathy!
- You don't love us?
- No! I have no heart! I feel no love, no fear, no joy, no pity and I feel good! I will live forever.

I've been sacrificed
My heart's been cauterized
Hanging on to hope
Shackled by the ghost
Of what I once believed
That I could never be
What's right in front of me.
I was sacrificed
My heart became violent,
Holding on to hope,
Being shackled Ghost
What I believed at one time -
I can't be the
In front of me.

The lunar light is our true essence. We are not alive, so cannot die, but neither are we dead. Eternal agony - I suffer from thirst and unable to quench it. Dying of hunger and cannot die. I don't feel anything - no wind, no sea spray in your face, no sun, no warmth of the female body.

Some pain may return some feelings.