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Do not laugh at the ridicule of the wit, not that you will hate those to whom they are directed.

You are torn apart by the fact that you are tied up with negative emotions. I assure you that your friend is yourself.

You have to be brave to choose the path of the writer. Need to work hard and be true to his dream, despite all the difficulties - and there will be many. Ridicule, criticism, failure - most of them are harmless.
This is the road that tests the strength of one who goes through it.
If you are also a born storyteller, if you feel that you can't write, tell stories.
Yes, the stories you read to tell stories.
Yes, you will be denied all the publishing houses tell stories.
Yes, the first few dozen stories are good-for-nothing - tell stories.
Don't miss your opportunity to leave your light. There's nothing worse than having to spend their only precious life for empty things, on the vanity without a trace.

Not a sin of the adulterer to hold
We tried to knock out of the way!

Got game? The carminative you git!

- Find something more original for his mockery.
- Why change a proven recipe?

You go, and I'll stay here... Need someone to catch your cold dead body falling from the stairs.
Come on, I promise to throw you a nice funeral.

Decide what you most want - people to be loved and praised for what you misbehave with them, or having to live a new life, in spite of all criticisms, complaints and ridicule, which will fall on you for that. If you become a wag in different directions, to please and our, and your, and goes far forward, and the former friends are not hard to please. Choose one of two things: either become a man intelligent and virtuous, or to hear people talking about you, "Ah, what a pleasant and nice guy!" If you prefer the approval of people, Paradise all on the other side - pyanstvu, bloody and otherwise razvratnica, sack up in the wrong hands, do what people like - and you'll get their approval - that's what you were looking for. Yes, don't forget to pose as a jester: you especially will please your friends.

Police sounds funny.

- You don't... Tell me you're not archaeologists.
- You got a problem with archaeologists?
- I'm a time traveler. I'm going to point and laugh at archaeologists.

- Good morning, class - and now repeat after me.
- Good morning, class - and now repeat after me.
- Sit down.
So we sit.
- Ei-a-asno. Everything is in place. Now, at the beginning of class, I would like to ask all those who started this - of course - a sad day, as a representative of today's youth. What in this world is the most important? Yes, you are the weakest links of our society. Yes, you have walls.
I do not know.
- Correctly. Not one question clearly can not answer, but kicks from flirting with their lustful animal instincts. Is this how you see youth. To convince us otherwise not. Less than a week from the minute I committed to this class and I just want to say - I will teach you everything you need to know. Today at the lesson.

- I did the small knot on the toe. Will you show her?
- Yes, right over dinner!
Come on, she's a dermatologist, and I have a strange growth on my finger.
- A strange growth on your finger is you!

He was cheerful, but not as Indil. He was cheerful from the fact that the whole was solid, and Laurello was hilarious, but addressnot inside. It is distinguished by recklessness and ostentatious levity, typical of many elves who follow the sons of fëanor. So frivolous and mocking on display wearing some sort of deep wound. Those who want to forget. Those who are suffering, but fears of compassion and struggling shows that suffering is unknown to him. They passionately throw themselves into an adventure and love on them with a laugh to tell, but really looking for death. Beren and I know I was before I met Lucien. As friends of Lauralco the silent of Lossar is a puzzle, but they fit each other like a flame lamp. Lauralco talked about everything and anything with everyone - but only Lassroom he could remain silent. He did not say a word but Laurello in his presence did not trouble the silence. He continued to mock the world because he ceased to fear him.

She tied the laces. Now, though, morden does not smash.