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The time of human life is a moment; its essence is eternal flow; feeling - vague; the structure of the whole body is perishable; soul is unstable; fate is mysterious; fame is unreliable. In a word, everything related to the body is like a stream, everything related to the soul is like a dream and smoke. Life is a struggle and a journey through a foreign land; posthumous glory - oblivion. But what can lead to the path? Nothing but philosophy
I'm giving up mentally, I'm furious.
She never hid that money was the most important thing to her. For their sake, Thea was ready to do anything. She knew that men were crazy about her beauty. She knew how to sell the goods she owned. Thea had a fabulous beauty; she spent a lot of time maintaining it, visiting the best hairdresser in the city every day, going to the sauna, doing gymnastics and swimming, sunbathing, trying to create her thirty-year-old body perfect.
She moved through the crowd, and her green eyes reflected anxiety and confusion, and her fragile body shrank a little under a simple cotton dress every time she was touched by fat and old, flabby and wrinkled people: they shrilly shouted something, pushed and pressed to get closer and gape in amazement at the tropical fish, who opened their mouths in response with the same amazement.
They keep my body in good shape.
Baring the soul is much harder than the body.
There was a world of greatness there, on that distant plain. Zhu looked at him and felt his attraction inside her. This was not the same feeling that visited her at the age of twelve - abstract curiosity: what would happen if I jumped? It felt like she had already jumped. After the jump, but before the fall: that moment when the world grabs your body and prepares to send it back to its place. It was a feeling of strength that cannot be overcome by willpower, the strength of the world itself. Fate, Zhu suddenly thought. She was overcome by an uneasy feeling, as if she had encountered something that she could not express in words. It was the pull of fate in the outer world where greatness is created.
And now in my mind his image is so vivid that it hurts my eyes.
...There is no punishment for a person more humiliating and at the same time more fair than betrayal of one’s own essence, decrepitude of one’s own body and memory...
Dissolving like a sunset in the sky.
In the real world, no one cared about my presence, and no one cared about my absence either. When I realized this, I stopped being afraid, I was no longer afraid that I might lose my body.
The body is there, but the soul is missing.
His gaze is always directed somewhere into the distance. Even I could never see a shred of emotion in his eyes, but he absorbs them so easily. However, he is not able to get enough. And, I'm afraid, in this you are all similar to him, to some extent.
I want you to naturally strive to love yourself first. Because as soon as you come into harmony with yourself, the desire to comment on someone’s body, appearance, character and other things disappears by itself. Because happy people take care of themselves.
Therefore, treat your soul, spirit, and body. I believe that you will succeed, definitely.
