introspection [Theme] Page 2

I dream to leave the world of money... in favor favor of what? Peace of thoughts and wonders. But how to get there? Tell me, please. On their own I never will. I just don't know the road.

I want to give up what I have, to slip out of themselves, lose all, like a snake discards old skin.

- Wine - it must be bad times people suffer from what not to change.
- Or maybe it encourages to do the right thing next time.
- Guilt must be a bad thing if it makes people feel badly about something they can never fix.
- Or maybe it's a deterrent so we do the right thing the next time.

Incompetent never feel incompetent. They do not suffer, they are jealous and angry. But each something mediocre...

Life is a struggle.
We are preparing for it and looking for the best of me.
It is the only battle that we must win!
We have no choice but to win and to believe in victory!
Life is a struggle.
We're being prepared to delve in the greater parts of us.
It's the one fight in our lives that we have to win!
No choice but to win, to believe that we can win!

Nobody knows you as much as you yourself do not know.

The most difficult thing in the world, is to be a good thinker without being a rigorous critic himself; and checked the source - in conversation with himself.

Want to know his greatest enemy? Look in the mirror, deal with it - the rest run away!

You never know who is similar to whom! More important: who you really are!

He dug deep, easily yielding to the waves of loneliness, floating on top of his depression. One word struck him on the spot, allowing the feelings that filled him until near the surface, creating a maelstrom in the ocean of his life and taking him to the center of personal madness. He fell to the bottom, the injections hurt heart about the pieces of memories stored at a decent depth of his soul. Examining the wreckage of the old, withered, unnecessary emotions, smisurata with the ashes remaining from the beloved of the world, which once bloomed, lived carefree, unaware of the horrors of the future, he with tears in his eyes, exhausted, opal, like a yellow leaf in windy weather, surrendering to the painful nostalgia that pierced his heaving chest and echoing from the shabby walls of his world that has been ravaged.

The beast within you can become your worst enemy.

So I don't know what happened to me. I really don't know. Look in the mirror and see only your eyes. ... Eyes on the old man's face. Sometimes I think I was born too early or too late.
I don't know what happen to me. I don't know. I look in the mirror, the only thing that I recognize are these eyes. In this old man's face. And sometimes I think I was both either too early or too late for my life.

Hand on heart, I have a good half of their own antics did not like, and so that either two would have survived only one.

You have to understand yourself first.