ridicule [Theme]

Listen, what if my soul is worse than my appearance? but am I to blame... I asked nothing from people except bread - they added contempt and ridicule to it... I had heaven, earth and myself, I was rich in all feelings... I saw the sun and was content... But gradually everything disappeared: one thought, one discovery, one drop of poison - beware of this thought, Olga.

Called me hoarse

Allowing yourself to make fun of children is almost a crime. They leave an indelible mark on the child’s soul, which affects his habits and actions in adulthood.

When the unstoppable steed within is harnessed.

By the way... You spend money well, but it still remains cheap!

Honey, are you out of your grandma's dowry? There are just phones that are smarter than you. You ask them and they answer you.

Have you noticed how easy it is to overlook the familiar around you? You stop seeing a pile of shoes at the front door if it's always piled up there. The eye no longer clings to clothes piled on a sports simulator. These are everyday examples of how clutter becomes the “norm” for us. If you grow up in a home where toxic behavior is practiced - derogatory remarks, silent treatment, ridicule, because of which you feel like a nonentity - then you get so used to it that your consciousness stops noticing it. The habit continues into adulthood.

Suicide is a mockery of those who would give anything for a healthy, strong body. A mockery of a mother nursing a terminally ill child. Above a man who spends days and nights at the bedside of his dying wife. Over an old man who is unable to save his only son.

The crowd will betray everything to ridicule.

- He called me vile, what's the difference?

The philosopher is like laying rails on water and oblivious to the mockery of the dolphins.

- And who are you?
- You don't know?
- You are not a cardinal - you do not have a cassock and you are not a soldier, you do not have an army. You don't even have a legitimate father. Let me repeat my question: so who are you?
- Rest, Roberto. Drink wine. My fault. Dance in the garden. In my garden.

You know that ridicule is much worse than defeat in war or politics.

Once a paralytic, legless and blind, set out to save the world.