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Yes, he won't come back. She played her last role... This girl never really lived, which means she never died... Faced with real life, she hurt herself and chose to leave right away...

When a person often thinks about good things, his life is filled with joy, meaning and happiness. From good thoughts, even the face changes - it becomes as if illuminated from the inside. But this law also works in the opposite direction: thoughts about the bad lower the quality of a person’s life and plunge him into impenetrable darkness. The more we pay attention to bright moments, the more good things appear in our lives.

In fact, it is not centimeters that make a face beautiful - it is the ratio of eyes to nose. You can have really good genetics, but look like shit or look like no one wants you and no one will admire you anyway, because it's not about genetics, it's about your vibe, it's about who you are.

And what is light, if not the face of a loved one?

When a clown shows his true face, he too is mistaken for a mask.

Forget what people say to your face. Look at their actions.

Spring... the time of the year, which always delights a sensitive heart, excites a restless mind, and turns your whole worldview upside down. And you don’t care how old you are, you just walk down the street and smile with a sincere childish smile to everyone and everything. And you even want to run hopping behind the clouds, exposing your face to the spring wind, then buy a huge armful of early tulips and give them to all the people you meet, igniting in their souls a warm hope for something infinitely bright, pure and kind ... Happiness is in each of your breath, in every step, hand movement, in every lived moment of this crazy wonderful LIFE.

human soul.

Surely happiness is reflected like heavenly light; and every face, illumined by a smile and glowing with innocent pleasure, is a mirror transmitting to others rays of supreme and ever-radiant benevolence.

The country stretched out the window.

A dark business is going on in this outback. The unholy five horsemen: a carrion with a hyena smile, feeding on the webs of speech, a bug rider with a gilded palm, a court jester, but perhaps also a skilled labor pawn, a mercenary peacemaker with a suitcase in his bosom and a slippery snake with yellow eyes, pulling the strings and watching pouring fuel on the fire, gathered to solve the burning question: which cherry will forcibly donate itself for the cake for another week of charity. Behind the shadow of the horsemen crawled a vile rat that wanted progressive action, whispering in your ear, but rats are not allowed to fly. However, the connecting link of the five was a stupid, naive doe: you throw dust in her face, and she will call it magic pollen, you throw a shaped brick (but you should have fireclay) into her angular mind, and he will be God's grace for her.

In difficult situations, we fall into our most comfortable and familiar roles. Sometimes it's easier to do something familiar and understandable than to face reality. You can call it denial. I prefer to call it self-preservation.

Her thin, slightly hunched figure and wrinkled face testified to difficult times. Many old men and women in Yorkshire had such faces - severe, but kind.

He didn't smile anymore. But the face remained cheerful. Such cheerful faces are characteristic of those who love to hurt others.