love of life [Theme]

In the garden of time, where moments bloom and memories take root, cultivate flowers of joy, cultivate seeds of kindness, and let the scent of gratitude float on the wind. As we tend the garden of the soul, we discover that even through the changing seasons, beauty remains.

All extreme activity is a tribute to life. After all, how can you say “I love you” to your life if you spent it all on the couch?

I could fall in love with Petrosyan not because he is cute, although he really is, but because he knows that he has a few months to live, and he lives as if he will never die.

And this is such a breed of people - life goes on for them. There is erogenicity, there is photogenicity, and this is vitality.

Except the leg you have to lift for the next step

And yet he wanted to live. It would be foolish to die after all that he had endured. Fate demanded too much from him. Even when he died, he did not submit to death. Perhaps it was pure madness, but even in the clutches of death he challenged her and fought her.

He no longer struggled the way people struggle. It was the very life in him that did not want to perish and drove him forward.

This is the downfall of my career! No... It's all temporary, Wakky can't kick me out, he loves me like a son!

Life is good. - I was promised.

Austin did not consider her existence ordinary, insipid or inconspicuous, she found it pleasant and exciting and wanted us to treat our lives in the same way. After all, what our days are filled with nourishes our hearts, and what lives in our hearts becomes books.

Yes, seventeen-eighteen-year-old girls know how to live and love this life, just give us free rein.

Happiness can only be learned from the happy.

I know it's hard for you now, but you have to believe that your pain will pass, and life will be filled with life again. You will see that the Father has prepared something for you that you dare not even dream of ...

David felt like an impostor. Monks mortify the flesh in order to be exalted in spirit. And under his robe of camel hair was a body that thirsted for life. He wanted to iron the hair of women, swim under the stars in hot lakes, ride a horse along an unfamiliar road, swallowing the wind.