horror [Theme]

But you are in love, and this is a delightful state. Nothing removes the horror of life from us more than falling in love and love.

Why me?

- One day, Smike, you will leave here.

Christ said: The poor

“Now go fuck someone and bring me ten francs.”

I want love for peace to cease to be a timid desire of peoples who are horrified at the sight of the disasters of war, but for it to become an unshakable demand of an honest conscience.

These women were also brought together by the disgust that both felt for sexual love. One hated this love because she had experienced all its horror; the other because, having not experienced it, she looked at it as something incomprehensible and at the same time disgusting and offensive to human dignity.

And you are absolutely right, in the eyes of you, wild and dirty shinigami, the uniform of us holy inquisitors should be vile and terrifying!

It would seem that it’s time to get used to reacting more calmly to everything, and maybe even become bitter, but in life there are such experiences that hurt especially deeply, it is impossible to heal from them, the wound continues to ache, and sensitivity becomes so aggravated that it is enough to relive fatal events in memory, and pain and horror flare up again.

Mystical horror is the greatest power over the human soul.

Better a terrible truth than horror without end.

And then the sultry air thickened in front of him, and a transparent citizen of a most strange appearance was woven from this air. On a small head is a jockey cap, a checkered, short, airy jacket ... A citizen is a sazhen tall, but narrow in the shoulders, incredibly thin, and his physiognomy, please note, is mocking. Berlioz's life developed in such a way that he was not accustomed to unusual phenomena. Turning even paler, he widened his eyes and thought in dismay: “This cannot be!..” But, alas, it was, and the long, through which one can see, citizen, without touching the ground, swayed in front of him both to the left and to the right. Here terror seized Berlioz to such an extent that he closed his eyes. And when he opened them, he saw that everything was over, the haze dissolved, the checkered one disappeared, and at the same time a blunt needle jumped out of the heart.

Roosevelt understood that fear played an important role in both despair and recovery potential. He knew that fear was crippling and destructive at times, even if the sense of impending danger was ultimately irrational. Roosevelt described it very eloquently when he said: "...Let me express the firm conviction that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself, nameless, reckless, causeless horror, paralyzing the efforts necessary to turn a retreat into an offensive."

My God! Clean sheets. Hot water. My dear, you really love me ... Horror, horror, horror! I always thought that I was getting married for convenience, but it turned out that I got married for love. You, my dear, are thin as a chip, and on cold days you will not warm the bed at all.