childhood [Theme] Page 2
After all, you yourself constantly - fly to me on the clouds.
Whatever he does, he will always pursue, hunt down and exterminate tyranny and despotism, that's what he calls it, when people are forced to do what they do not want, when they are deprived of the right to vote.
The examiners laughed. However, I got five.
Childish selfishness is all mine. Having matured, "My..." turns into an Egocenter. No one has yet said Our... by destroying Mine.
If a person has a lean face since childhood, then this is a bad sign: what will happen to him later?
Much in a person is laid in childhood. It's good if good things are laid.
In my opinion, about nothing special, and we didn’t need to, we were just wasting time by any means, convincing ourselves that it was fun and worth it. We were afraid to turn into the living dead burning life, so we fought as best we could - you say the living dead ...
- I'm not hopeless. I am full of hope.
As a child, I was capricious and touchy. It always seemed to me that no one loved me, so I didn’t love anyone either.
Quote Explanation: Series "The Case of the Snow Queen"
The last rays of the November sun. I love autumn, but I always say goodbye to it easily. I already want winter comfort, lightness, light and white mood. I will never stop loving this time of the year. I will not stop listening to Christmas albums with the most sincere songs and jazz compositions, I will not stop watching good New Year's comedies and touching black and white movies. I will not stop waiting for loved ones to visit, so that I can watch some very sentimental New Year and Christmas movie for the thousandth time or go to the theater together for another holiday story, and then to a warm cozy place with delicious coffee and cakes. Yes, and I just will not stop believing in a fairy tale and a miracle in these New Year's Eve days. December will come very soon, which will unite us all, return us to childhood, and make us believe in magic again.
The parents were dead. Childhood is ruined. During her lifetime, she was remembered as a cruel bitch, thinking only about business. Nobody ever loved her. She felt sorry for herself. She was so lonely and sick! How could she screw up her life like that?!
Quote Explanation: From the novel "Arcanum"
November morning is the good old jazz, the voices of your favorite performers, returning to childhood and spreading pleasant warmth over the body, this is a sip of velvety black coffee, this is the air from the open window that makes you feel chills, but when you feel it with your whole body, you smile, because you know, the most magical time of the year is about to happen, these are candles scented with sandalwood and musk, these are hands that smell of mint because they took a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the teapot, this is a couple of paragraphs from a favorite book, this is a joyful excitement of anticipation fast holidays. This is something special and inherent only in the morning of November...
From my very first dreams, that is, almost from my very childhood, I could not imagine myself otherwise, as in the first place, always and in all turns of life.
The era of cocks
Old age does not exist. At least there is no continuous pangs of old age at the end of life: every year we, like trees, experience bouts of old age. We lose foliage, clarity of spirit, taste for life. Then everything comes back. Not just: childhood, maturity, old age. We have our own seasons several times in our lives, but their change is elusive for us: it is not natural.
