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Willpower is equal to the force of laziness.

You know, we never give up.

Knock down the walls -
It's alive in you,
Knock down the place -
You're alone it's true
Knock down the world -
It's alive in you,
You gotta keep your head up
through it all, you're gonna...
Bust out on it (original prankster)
Break out, yeah (original, yeah)
Bust out on it (original prankster)
You never stop now, stop now -
That's what the main men say!
You can do it!




Blow to hell all the walls -
It's in the blood
Blow to hell the whole building
You're single, and that's the reality
Blow to hell the whole world
It's in the blood
It is necessary to go through that
With a proudly raised head, will have...
Get out of here (natural born prankster),
To escape from here, Yes (born, yeah),
Get out of here (natural born prankster),
You can't stop no,
So that's an order!
You can do it!*


The OffspringOriginal Pranksterироничные have titative valikoimasta

Can't become a lion, become a Fox. Where there is no force that will help the trick.

Being a woman meant martyred.

You should always be able to wait. You should always fight. Weak people die. In this wicked cold world of survival of the fittest.

Everything comes to those who wait and to draw in anticipation of force.

Inner strength, will - able to treat the most serious illness. Person, which stimulates our power of will - is with us the universal (divine) connection

There were two brothers. One was born of love, and the second was born with the help of science and under the supervision of the best genetics of his time. In childhood, the simple child has always been among the Laggards and was often ill, and his more perfect brother has always excelled in everything. Years passed and when the brothers met, temper of a more perfect brother made itself felt and he wanted to humiliate ordinary brother, born of the "primitive way" and by chance. They sailed across the stormy waves, the cold grip seeking to drown them, to a rock amidst the raging waves. "Perfect" I was afraid, started to slow down and retreated, poplib back to shore, but a simple and primitive won the race sailed. Older and more advanced younger asked: "How so? I'm perfect and better than you! How you gonna beat me? As you swam to the rock in the middle of those awful waves?". A simple and imperfect brother replied, "I just don't save your strength for the way back!".

Here you came to work thinking that everything will be fine. If you pressed the button and fear that gave rise to your injury itself disappeared. This is not so. You're trying to Wade through it expertly. Going back, I think I can just forget, but fear itself will not go away.

Human nature is infinitely varied and contradictory, so that any treatment consists of patient experiment with a series of trial and error, where the doctor often plays the role of a spectator who watches the battle unfolding in front of his eyes, and no help from the outside is not even a quarter of the power of the restorative powers of the body, and pills and medicine often harm rather than help.

... And when these people in the quiet, frosty air sang the Psalms, it made an impression. When they fell silent, and before the movement began, every time there came a brief silence, and heard the distant sound of the sea. In the end, Mr. Rogers found that he would have to make the funeral the face of over three hundred people filled the Church and stood in the courtyard.
It was this unexpected tribute to broke Ross. Everything else he did. Not being a religious man, Ross possessed an inner strength to survive the loss of a child, but his own wounded willpower. Inwardly he rebelled against Providence and circumstances, but the extreme violence of the strike left an imprint on his character, making him even more hard and stubborn.
What Demelza will probably not survive now caused him a rush of gratitude. Loss too stunned and shocked. When the mother of the child took him to Church, he repeated the Psalm, which said:
"If today you hear the voice of God, don't be stubborn". But when mother died, even when he was crying, something rebelled inside to protect it from its own weakness, tenderness and fragility. He thought, "Well, I lost her and was left alone. So be it". Today he behaved as a child, how people Mature.
But this strange silent testimony of respect and love expressed by all these simple hard workers and starving neighbors, the time to break away from fields, farms, mines, somehow broke through his defense.

... being a winner even in defeat, as was able to hide from human eyes in misery.

Life checks our will power,
But we evils of our eternal slaves!