Wow! Well, you have a bruise under your eye! Just all the colors of the rainbow. Did you meet hooligans at night?
- No, they just argued with my wife recently: who loves whom more? Word for word, came to hand-to-hand.
- It was possible to find out - which of you loves the other more?
- It turns out that I am. Here, I'm bringing her gifts to the hospital.

Today at half past seven in the morning I got a call from one eternally young and eternally drunk friend and asked if Putin had really died. I ask you - why such conclusions? he says that in the metro children with flowers are frightened and grandmothers are crying

to that:
Please, BOR, help me get well. I am only 22 years old, and my whole life crumbled before my eyes, so I want to live like normal healthy people.
Dear BOR members, do not consider it a flood ... I have already tried everything and I have nowhere else to turn :(
Take care of your health...
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you will definitely get better! you simply have no other choice, because we are all mentally with you and we do not accept another ..

Sandrule is for you...

Grasshopper loves grass
The starling loves will
Loves the streets of the ghetto
Wretched little boy...

The swallow loves the sky
Father loves son
Grandma loves grandpa
Expect miracles from life ...

The hunter loves the duck
Bear loves meat
For you for one
I'm ready to die...
(V.Ts.Scotch)

Told a friend who has a certain relationship to the theater.

So, there is a performance, and in the course of action one hero owes another
slap with a pistol. Here the necessary remark is distributed - one on the other
set the barrel...
Pulls the trigger - and silence. Something broke. Again presses - silence. On the
the stage is a hitch, the hall is waiting for what will happen next.
The third, fourth time the actor pulls the trigger - all do not care. Silence. And then
he did the following: he gave his "foe" a solid kick and loudly
shouted into the hall:
- The boot is poisoned!!!

Ray Douglas Bradbury is a famous American writer, recognized as the best science fiction writer of his time. Without this person it is impossible to imagine the development of literature of the 20th century. He is the author of such well-known and beloved works as Fahrenheit 451, Dandelion Wine, Farewell Summer. Ray Bradbury loved this life, which he taught other people as well.

People no longer have time for each other.

It doesn't matter what you do; it is important that everything you touch changes shape, becomes different from before, so that a particle of yourself remains in it. This is the difference between a person who simply cuts the grass on the lawn and a real gardener.

Smile, do not give pleasure to trouble.

You just need to grow up as a person who looks at the world with open eyes and is not deceived. In this case, even human treachery will seem funny, nothing more. When you understand that there is always a particle of evil in human nature, it will be easier for you to endure.

God gave us intelligence so that we would explore what is already there, and not so that we would guess and be afraid of what awaits us in the future.

We have one duty - to be happy.

When you live all the time next to people, they do not change one iota. You are amazed at the changes that have taken place in them only if you part for a long time, for years.

Here it is, life ... Everything is always the same: one is waiting for the other, but he is not and is not.
Someone always loves more than they love him.
And there comes a time when you want to destroy what you love,
so that it doesn't bother you anymore...

Love is when someone can return a person to himself.

There must be a night in life that will be remembered forever.
She comes to everyone.
And if you feel that this night is already close, it is about to come - catch it without further ado, and when it passes - keep your mouth shut. If you miss it, she may not come again.
But many missed her, many even saw how she sails away, never to return again, because they could not keep on the tip of a trembling finger the fragile balance of spring and light, moon and twilight, night hill and warm grass, and the departing train, and cities, and distant distances.

We have enough free time. But do we have time to think?

How rarely on the face of another person you can see the reflection of your own face, your innermost quivering thoughts!

How embarrassing that people cannot love each other so that they can carry this love through their whole lives, and instead they start looking for someone else ... How embarrassing!

Jump off the cliff each time and grow wings as you fly down.

Every person has to leave something behind. A son, or a book, or a picture, a house you built, or even a brick wall, or a pair of shoes you sewed, or a garden planted by your hands. Something that your fingers touched in life, in which your soul will find refuge after death. People will look at the tree or flower you have grown, and at that moment you will be alive.

Love is when you want to experience all four seasons with someone. When you want to run with someone from a spring thunderstorm under a lilac strewn with flowers, and in the summer to pick berries with someone and swim in the river. In autumn, cook jam together and seal windows from the cold. In winter - to help survive a runny nose and long evenings, and when it gets cold - to heat the stove together.

The fear of death is only the consciousness of the unresolved contradiction of life. Life does not end after the destruction of the physical body. The carnal death is just another change in our existence, which has always been, is and will be. There is no death!

When one looks at life in its true meaning, it becomes difficult to understand even what the strange superstition of death rests on.
So, when you make out what frightened you in the dark, like a ghost, you can’t restore that ghostly fear again.
The fear of losing what is one comes only from the fact that life appears to man not only in one known to him, but invisible, special relation of his rational consciousness to the world, but also in two relations unknown to him, but visible to him: his animal consciousness and bodies to the world. Everything that exists is presented to man:

1) the relation of his rational consciousness to the world,
2) the relation of his animal consciousness to the world,
3) the relation of his body to the world.

Not realizing that the relation of his rational consciousness to the world is his only life, man imagines his life also in the visible relation of animal consciousness and matter to the world, and is afraid of losing his special relation of rational consciousness to the world when the former is violated in his personality. the relation of its animal and the substance that composes it to the world.

It seems to such a person that he comes from the movement of matter, passing to the level of personal animal consciousness. It seems to him that this animal consciousness passes into the rational one, and that then this rational consciousness weakens, passes back into the animal again, and in the end the animal weakens and passes into the dead substance from which it originated. The relation of his rational consciousness to the world appears to him with this view as something accidental, unnecessary and perishing. With this view, it turns out that the relation of its animal consciousness to the world cannot be destroyed - the animal continues itself in its breed; the relation of matter to the world can no longer be destroyed and is eternal; and the most precious thing - his rational consciousness - is not only not eternal, but there is only a glimpse of something unnecessary, superfluous.

And the person feels that this cannot be. And this is the fear of death. In order to save themselves from this fear, some people want to assure themselves that animal consciousness is their rational consciousness, and that the indestructibility of animal man, i.e., his breed, offspring, satisfies the requirement of the indestructibility of rational consciousness that they carry in themselves. . Others want to assure themselves that life, which never existed before, suddenly appearing in fleshly form and disappearing into it, will rise again in the flesh and live. But to believe in neither one nor the other is impossible for people who do not recognize life in relation to the rational consciousness of the world. For them, it is obvious that the continuation of the human race does not satisfy the incessantly asserting demand for the eternity of their special self; and the concept of a newly beginning life contains the concept of the cessation of life, and if life did not exist before, did not always exist, then it cannot exist after.

For both, earthly life is a wave. Out of the dead matter the personality emerges, out of the personality rational consciousness is the top of the wave; having risen to the top, the wave, intelligent consciousness and personality descend to where they came from and are destroyed. Human life for both is visible life. A man has grown, matured, died, and after death nothing can be for him anymore - what is left after him and from him: either posterity, or even his deeds, cannot satisfy him. He feels sorry for himself, afraid of ending his life. In the same way that this life of his, which began here on earth in his body and ended here, that this life of himself will rise again, he cannot believe.

A person knows that if he was not there before, and he appeared from nothing and died, then he, especially him, will never be again and cannot be. Man knows that he will not die only when he knows that he was never born and has always been, is and will be. A person will believe in his immortality only when he understands that his life is not a wave, but is that eternal movement, which in this life is manifested only by a wave.

It seems that I will die, and my life will end, and this thought torments and frightens, because I feel sorry for myself. What will die? What do I regret? What am I from the most ordinary point of view? First of all, I am flesh. So what? for this I am afraid, for this I feel sorry? It turns out that no: the body, the substance can never disappear, nowhere, not a single particle. Therefore, this part of me is provided for, there is nothing to be afraid of for this part. Everything will be whole. But no, they say, this is not a pity. Feel sorry for me, Lev Nikolaevich, Ivan Semyonitch... But everyone is not the same as he was 20 years ago, and every day he is already different. What do I feel sorry for? No, they say, it's not that, it's not a pity. It is a pity for the consciousness of me, my self.

Why, this consciousness of yours was not always the same, but there were different: it was different a year ago, even more different ten years ago, and completely different even before; as far as you remember, it all went on changing. Why did you like your present consciousness so much that you feel so sorry for losing it? If you always had one, then it would be clear, otherwise it did nothing but change. You do not see the beginning of it and cannot find it, and suddenly you want it to have no end, so that the consciousness that is now in you would remain forever. You have been walking ever since you can remember. You came into this life, not knowing how, but you know that you came with that special me that you are, then you walked, walked, reached halfway and suddenly you were either glad, or scared and rested and did not want to move, move on because you don't see what's there. But after all, you also did not see the place from which you came, and yet you came; you entered the front gate and don't want to go out on the weekend.

Your whole life was a procession through carnal existence: you walked, hurried to go, and suddenly you felt sorry for the fact that the very thing that you had been doing without ceasing was happening. You are afraid of the great change in your position at carnal death; but after all, such a great change took place with you at your birth, and not only did nothing bad come out of this for you, but, on the contrary, it came out so good that you don’t even want to part with it.
What can scare you? You say that you feel sorry for that you, with your current feelings, thoughts, with that view of the world, with your current attitude to the world.

You are afraid of losing your attitude to the world. What is this attitude? What is it?

If it lies in the fact that you eat, drink, be fruitful, build dwellings, dress like this, treat other people and animals in one way or another, then after all, all this is the attitude of every person, as a reasoning animal, to life, and this attitude cannot be lost. can not; there were, and are, and will be millions of them, and their breed will probably be preserved as undoubtedly as every particle of matter. The preservation of the breed is invested with such force in all animals, and therefore it is so strong that there is nothing to fear for it. If you are an animal, then you have nothing to fear, but if you are a substance, then you are even more secure in your eternity.

If you are afraid of losing something that is not an animal, then you are afraid of losing your special rational attitude towards the world - that with which you entered into this existence. But you know that it did not arise with your birth: it exists independently of your born animal and therefore cannot depend on its death either.

The fear of death is only the consciousness of the unresolved contradiction of life. Life does not end after the destruction of the physical body. The carnal death is just another change in our existence, which has always been, is and will be. There is no death!

Death does not exist!

"There is no death," the voice of truth tells people. “I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live. And whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?

“There is no death,” said all the great teachers of the world, and millions of people who have understood the meaning of life testify to the same thing with their lives. And every living person feels the same in his soul, at the moment of clearing his consciousness. But people who do not understand life cannot but be afraid of death. They see it and believe in it.

"How is there no death?" these people shout with indignation, with malice. “This is sophism! Death is before us; mowed down millions and will mow us down. And no matter how much you say that it is not there, it will still remain. There she is!" And they see what they are talking about, as a mentally ill person sees the ghost that terrifies him. He cannot touch this apparition, it has never touched him before; he knows nothing about his intention, but he is so afraid and suffers from this imaginary apparition that he loses the possibility of life. It's the same with death. A person does not know his death and can never know it, she has never touched him, he knows nothing about her intention. So what is he afraid of?

“She has never seized me yet, but she will seize, I know for sure - she will seize and destroy me. And it's terrible,” say people who do not understand life.
If people with a false idea of ​​life could reason calmly and think correctly on the basis of the idea that they have about life, they would have to come to the conclusion that that change will take place in my carnal existence, which, I I see that it is happening in all beings without ceasing, and which I call death, there is nothing unpleasant or terrible.

I will die. What is terrible here? After all, how many different changes have taken place and are taking place in my carnal existence, and I was not afraid of them? Why, then, am I afraid of this change, which has not yet come and in which not only there is nothing contrary to my mind and experience, but which is so understandable, familiar and natural to me, that in the course of my life I have constantly made and continue to make considerations in which death , both animals and people, was accepted by me as a necessary and often pleasant condition for my life. What is scary?

After all, there are only two strictly logical views on life: one is false - the one in which life is understood as those visible phenomena that occur in my body from birth to death, and the other true - the one in which life is understood as that invisible consciousness. the one I carry within me. One view is false, the other is true, but both are logical, and people can have one or the other, but neither is there any fear of death.

The first false view, which understands life as visible phenomena in the body from birth to death, is as ancient as the world. This is not, as many think, the view of life worked out by the materialistic science and philosophy of our time; the science and philosophy of our time have only brought this view to its last limits, in which it has become more obvious than before that this view does not correspond to the basic requirements of human nature; but this is a long-standing, primitive view of people standing at the lowest stage of development: it is expressed among the Chinese, and among the Buddhists, and among the Jews, and in the saying: "thou art the earth, and to the earth thou shalt go."

This view in its present expression is as follows: life is a random play of forces in matter, manifesting itself in space and time. What we call our consciousness is not life, but a kind of deception of the senses, in which it seems that life is in this consciousness. Consciousness is a spark that flares up on matter, in a known state of matter. This spark flares up, flares up, goes out again and finally goes out completely. This spark, that is, the consciousness experienced by matter during a certain time between two temporal infinities, is nothing. And despite the fact that consciousness sees itself and the whole infinite world and judges itself and the whole infinite world, and sees the whole game of chances of this world, and most importantly, in contrast to something not random, calls this game random, consciousness is itself in itself is only a product of dead matter, a phantom that arises and disappears without any remainder or meaning. Everything is a product of matter, infinitely changing; and what is called life is only a certain state of dead matter.

This is one view of life. This view is completely logical. According to this view, the rational consciousness of man is only an accident accompanying a certain state of matter; and therefore what we call life in our consciousness is a ghost. There is only the dead. What we call life is the play of death. With such a view of life, death should not only not be terrible, but life must be terrible - as something unnatural and unreasonable, as is the case with Buddhists and new pessimists, Schopenhauer and Hartmann.

This is another way of looking at life. Life is only that which I am conscious of in myself. I am always conscious of my life not as I was or will be (this is how I reason about my life), but I am conscious of my life in such a way that I am - I never begin anywhere, never end anywhere. The concept of time and space is incompatible with the consciousness of my life. My life manifests itself in time, space, but this is only a manifestation of it. Life itself, conscious of me, is conscious of me outside of time and space. So, with this view, it turns out the other way around: it is not the consciousness of life that is a ghost, but everything that is spatial and temporal is ghostly. And therefore, the temporal and spatial cessation of bodily existence, with this view, has nothing real and cannot not only stop, but also violate my true life. And death does not exist in this view.

Under neither view of life, there could be no fear of death if people strictly adhered to one or the other.

Neither as an animal nor as a rational being, a person can be afraid of death: an animal, having no consciousness of life, does not see death, and a rational being, having a consciousness of life, cannot see in the death of an animal anything other than a natural and never ceasing movement. substances. If a person is afraid, then he is afraid not of death, which he does not know, but of life, which alone knows both the animal and its rational being. The feeling that is expressed in people by the fear of death is only the consciousness of the inner contradiction of life; just as the fear of ghosts is only the consciousness of a morbid state of mind.

“I will cease to be - I will die, everything in which I put my life will die,” one voice says to a person; “I am,” says another voice, “and I cannot and must not die. I must not die, and I am dying." Not in death, but in this contradiction, the reason for the horror that seizes a person at the thought of carnal death: the fear of death is not that a person is afraid of the cessation of the existence of his animal, but that it seems to him that something that cannot die is dying. and must not die. The thought of a future death is only a transference into the future of the ongoing death in the present. The apparition of future carnal death is not the awakening of the thought of death, but, on the contrary, the awakening of the thought of life, which a person must have and does not have. This feeling is similar to the one that a person must experience, awakened to life in a coffin, underground. There is life, and I am in death, and here it is, death! It seems that what is and should be is destroyed. And the human mind goes crazy, horrified. The best proof that the fear of death is not the fear of death, but of a false life, is that often people kill themselves out of fear of death.

Not because people are horrified at the thought of carnal death, because they are afraid that their life will not end with it, but because carnal death clearly shows them the need for a true life, which they do not have. And this is why people who do not understand life do not like to remember death. For them, remembering death is the same as admitting that they do not live the way their rational consciousness requires of them.

People who are afraid of death are afraid of it because it appears to them as emptiness and darkness; but they see emptiness and darkness because they do not see life.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want doesn't mean they don't love you with all their heart.

When someone loves you and when you make someone happy, you suddenly start feeling like the most beautiful person in the world.

Happiness is when you are loved for what you are and for who you are. Regardless of what you have.

In everyone's life there comes a moment when you need to understand that the old is no more. It was there, in the past, and now it has collapsed completely and irrevocably. This is how we learn to let go.

If you love a person for who he is, then you love him. If you are trying to radically change it, then you love yourself. That's all.

When we are, then there is no death yet, and when death comes, then we are no more. Thus, death does not exist for either the living or the dead.

The most meaningless phrase I have ever heard: "If you love - let go, if it is yours, then it will definitely return, if not, then it was never yours." The one who lets go means he does not love!

There is no greater happiness than to feel that people love you and enjoy your presence.

The day comes, the hour comes, and you understand: everything is not forever ...
Life heartlessly teaches us that time is fleeting.
About the need to appreciate everything, protect everything that is given to us,
After all, life is like a thin thread, it sometimes breaks suddenly ...

One person was happy all his life. He smiled all the time, laughed, no one ever saw him sad. It happened that one of the people asked him about this various questions: - Why do you never feel sad? How do you manage to always be joyful? What is the secret of your happiness? To which the man usually replied: - Once I was as sad as you. And suddenly it dawned on me: this is MY choice, MY life! And after all, I make this choice - every day, every hour, every minute. And since then, every time I wake up, I ask myself: - Well, what will I choose today: sadness or joy? And it always turns out that I choose joy :)

It is very important to talk about your feelings to the one you love, because you never know when they can be lost, or when they will lose you.

You can't hate someone who's on his knees. The one who is not a man without you.

Love comes only when you yourself want it. You will see that it is wrapped in a beautiful package and hidden somewhere among the moments of your life. And if you don't stop for a moment, you will miss her.

Here it is, life. Everything is always the same: one is waiting for the other, but he is not and is not. Someone always loves more than they love him. And there comes an hour when you want to destroy what you love so that it no longer torments you.

Well, why these monsters do not want to understand in any way: all we need is a small chocolate bar in the morning, a modest bouquet of flowers before breakfast, a small beautiful yacht in the afternoon, and in the evening - a cozy villa on a small picturesque island in the Mediterranean Sea ... Well, and a little more love - this, of course, is the main thing.

Great love never truly ends. You can shoot her with a pistol or shove her into the corner of the darkest closet in the depths of her soul, but she is smart, cunning and resourceful, she will be able to survive. Love will manage to survive and shock us with a sudden appearance when we are absolutely sure that it is dead, or at least safely hidden under piles of other things.

No matter how strong your love for a person seems to you, when a pool of blood streaming from his wound spreads across the floor so much that it almost touches you, you involuntarily pull away.

Houses burn down in a fire, only ashes remain. I thought it was the same with everyone else - families, friends, feelings ... But now I know that sometimes, if love is real and two are destined to be together, nothing can separate them.

When death steals our loved ones, don't stop loving them and they will live forever. Houses are burning, people are dying, but true love is forever.

And what is there to hide or be silent, I love him, that's clear. I love, I love... This is a stone on my neck, I go to the bottom with it, but I love this stone and cannot live without it.

It's like driving a car: scary until you know how. Learn to control love. Otherwise, you will be jumping from bed to bed all your life, and still sleep in an embrace with a ghost.

For 3 days now, I have been amazingly painfully aware of how firmly you entered my life and what happens to me when you emigrate from it.

From sadness to despair - one step. And I never fell into despair. I lost my loved ones, ran away from the past, found myself at the bottom of my life, but ... I always got up, walked forward. No, not to spite the enemies. Too much honor for them. I just understood that if I don’t lift myself up, then no one will lift me up. As you can see, I'm still standing on my own two feet.

She blows on a traffic light, and he, obeying her, changes color. “Look, I’m a fairy ... Fairy with a bad head ...