self-pity [Theme] Page 1

Not for the first time and not the last time
you are... calm Down, handle works,
and you trust me not better than the other yoke
to be in bondage and sufferings.
Not for the first time and not the last time
you were unfairly hurt.
But you're samoloty mired?
It is only degrading - humiliating.
Immoral suffering on display -
it imposed a strict ban.
Not for the first time and not the last time
suffer you...
So what do you suffer?

Feel sorry for myself is always nice.
All listen - every almost Holy.
Pity the grass when trampled.
Don't pity yourself when you're crushed.

Crying not from sadness, how I want and people think. The cry is always the rage, from wounded vanity, from the unrestrained self-pity.

The irony is compassion for yourself.

But crying about themselves - what a lie!
How do you choose and live.
So, learn with a moment to cherish,
Which is given thee to live,
Not having time to review everything,
In which you can even die
More think, my friend, about myself,
They find themselves in the midst in the crowd,
Faster get out and look
Just once - not inside - from the outside.

Love others, then you will not have time to feel sorry for yourself.

When I can't stupidly be killed and begin to think, immediately becomes easier.

Better sleep to be comforted, than on the lived lamenting.

People always find a reason to regret in the first place, by myself, not another person who may be disproportionately heavier...

When you know that none of you have a problem, then immediately lost the desire to hide in a corner and feel sorry for myself.

I try to use the moment, but I am the Queen of self-flagellation, torture themselves forever to the pain in the stomach all sorts of "why didn't I why didn't do that." Trying to look forward: I was very lucky, I could not work, but doing what you love. I have no right to arrogance. Not deadly, if I'm wrong, if missing out on something or, on the contrary, make, and later regret it. In such moments of doubt and anxiety I say to myself: 80 years old when I won't have any teeth, what will remain? And the answer is the people whom I bear in my heart.

The tears that you cry on its own is poisonous.

- Then why is he bigger?
- Because it is a pity. For cripples always feel sorry for the money. Supposedly, she's still the world not to watch, but he is young, he still live, but live to please themselves.

I proposed to my wife on the third day of meeting, and all life was a pity about the two lost days.