torment [Theme] Page 5

I was shocked by the not even his torment. In torment I don't believe. But with the death of every person dying unknown to the world, and I wondered what images it off?

Immediately the more you learn, the less tormented after.

He, too, is suffering, it means our.

About the heart of a human, you're all bruised,
Don't let it worry you, don't distress yourself, get some rest!
Are you going to accept the injury, it was only the timing,
And as the warmth of the sun and easily in the shade!
Don't let it worry you, don't distress yourself, my dear, dear,
Don't let it worry you, don't distress yourself, get some rest!
Injuries will not heal the moment
But as the warmth of the sun and how easy it is in the shade!

The dumb are taught to speak.
He sees someone else's lips move
And want the word to repeat
In silent agony of humiliation.
You shut up - he zamychit,
Sounds scary, rough,
But happy he that is not silent,
When other people's compressed lips.
And that he was in fact mooing!
Then roar, then fell silent again.
With inhuman labor
He wants to pronounce the word.
It tormented not the day not the year
Sound alive - bones Lodge.
It's not he soon will find,
But he once says.

Leaving, leaving, leaving,
To disappear immediately, straightway
For me, at least forever for me, at least
Nothing, only to disappear with the eyes,
I just would not hear, not see,
Not knowing anyone, anything,
Don't think living to offend,
But it's so dark and dead!
Il simply live I'm tired
And wait and love is not loving...
It's all over. The world did not -
Think about it - didn't.

We used to torture each other with excessive candor, naively seeking salvation in it.

My child, torture me with one hand, but caress the other!

I can't watch you squirm.
- So, will you help me?
No, it just won't look at you.

If a person is not talking, it is possible to Ghost to turn. To kill so can a man understand the stone to draw. But it is close, you can torment him to no end.

The world needs not martyrs, and a fair distribution of wealth.

... men, it's people, if you need to go and die, they go and die. For the sake of love. At least there will be whining all night like really die.

Bastard Tolstoy wrote about women's love the truth. If you long to drink the blood of relatives and friends, they run away. And when one is not excite your graceful folly, made me sad.

Each suffers according to his social role.