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It doesn't matter if the road is wide or narrow, a thief always walks along the side of the road.

This road is shorter, but they can be robbed. This one is longer, but safer. Let's take a short one - who said you can't rob robbers?!

The road to happiness is built from stones that have fallen from the soul.

Any road is good. It promises discoveries, unexpected meetings, on the road there is time to comprehend the path traveled, to try to look into your future. Under the measured knock of wheels, it is easy, liberated to think, life and events pass before the mind's eye brightly and impressively.

Nobody gives way to pedestrians. As an experienced hiker I tell you. This moment irritates me most of all: when they gave in to me, I crossed and then the driver, with all his foolishness, presses on the gas to show me how long he had to wait for me. I'm moving on just fine! It's not like I stop in front of his car and be like, You

Emir's love is the road to the stars, where transport is the heart, and direction is infinity.

There are many roads, but only one choice.

- They are called millions. But there is a small condition in the papers, in small letters, when the road comes here, the station must stop.

I never understood people who gnaw at each other's throats in an attempt to climb to the top, since the road to the future is horizontal

Knowing the truth reminds me a lot of playing puzzles. Every day of conscious life, every meaningful moment of it is a puzzle, an element of the overall picture called Truth. Putting together these universal puzzles is necessary with love in the heart - otherwise they will crumble. The smoother the surface on which you fold, the more convenient it is. The surface is the road of life that you have chosen, the more sinuous and bumpy it is, the more difficult it is to fold. And, sometimes, it will shake so much that what is already folded crumbles.

Walking along the road called life, even burning your feet on the asphalt, you have to enjoy this moment until this road ends.

My Motherland is being trampled by the enemy... I am just like you. Yes, to kill. Yes, in a minefield. Yes, like sheep. But, if some of us break through and take the German positions, we will provide the neighbors with an offensive. And then the tanks will go into the gap. And may we... May we lie there! But at least we will recapture some of the enemy. Let's grab some! And power has nothing to do with it, whatever it is, is or will be. Our land must be ours! So that grandchildren walk on our land. And let my bones rot by then, I agree to this!... And you, if you are not cheap, who only have their own skin, you will come with me. I'm begging you guys. I will kneel before you...

• Nature, raped by man, tries on a veil every time.

Passive employment and excessive rest is a direct road to depression and degradation.