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Reflecting on life, we often compare our observations with the conclusions of famous people. These may be great historical figures or even our contemporaries.
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How difficult life is,
But how beautiful she is!
Sometimes cruel and bitter,
Sometimes it caresses, warms,
Whatever it is, it's yours!
Your sufferings and grievances,
Your ringing laugh and an hour of luck,
Your sunrises and sunsets,
Your destiny, your finest hour.
You live and enjoy life,
Or are you crying at night in silence,
It's all yours, believe me,
Your fate is yours alone.
It is not in our power to change fate
And there is no one to blame for this,
Life is short....We are guests on earth,
But we realize it too late…
But how beautiful she is!
Sometimes cruel and bitter,
Sometimes it caresses, warms,
Whatever it is, it's yours!
Your sufferings and grievances,
Your ringing laugh and an hour of luck,
Your sunrises and sunsets,
Your destiny, your finest hour.
You live and enjoy life,
Or are you crying at night in silence,
It's all yours, believe me,
Your fate is yours alone.
It is not in our power to change fate
And there is no one to blame for this,
Life is short....We are guests on earth,
But we realize it too late…
The process of knowing yourself and the world around you is both complex and interesting. Sometimes we experience insights or get incredible "hints" from the outside.
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Listen to your inner voice, which sounds stronger when we avoid fuss. By learning from what has been passed, people become wiser and stronger in spirit. We manage to comprehend the main truths independently only in a certain state of consciousness. We are talking about meditation (Indian yogis knew a lot about it).
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Perhaps you have been in a hurry all your life and are not used to thinking about the essence of being. But it obeys certain laws that cannot be avoided in any way. Observant people, prone to contemplation of reality, gain invaluable experience faster than others. For others, it all comes with age. We wish you to skillfully use such baggage.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Strange that I did not know him then,
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;
But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.
I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride! . . .
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;
But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.
I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride! . . .
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.
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I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today!
I’ll listen when you need to talk,
I’ll wipe away your tears,
I’ll share your worries when they come,
I’ll help you face your fears.
I’m here, and I will stand by you
On each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let’s face the world
And live one day at a time!
You’re not alone, for I’m still here.
I’ll go that extra mile.
And when your grief is easier,
I’ll help you learn to smile.
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today!
I’ll listen when you need to talk,
I’ll wipe away your tears,
I’ll share your worries when they come,
I’ll help you face your fears.
I’m here, and I will stand by you
On each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let’s face the world
And live one day at a time!
You’re not alone, for I’m still here.
I’ll go that extra mile.
And when your grief is easier,
I’ll help you learn to smile.
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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If I had two nickels to rub together,
I would rub them together
Like a kid rubs sticks together
Until friction made combustion
And they burned a hole in my pocket
Into which I would put my hand
And then my arm
And eventually my whole self.
I would fold myself
Into the hole in my pocket and disappear
Into the pocket of myself, or at least my pants,
But before I did
Like some ancient star,
I’d grab your hand.
I would rub them together
Like a kid rubs sticks together
Until friction made combustion
And they burned a hole in my pocket
Into which I would put my hand
And then my arm
And eventually my whole self.
I would fold myself
Into the hole in my pocket and disappear
Into the pocket of myself, or at least my pants,
But before I did
Like some ancient star,
I’d grab your hand.
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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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An old woman was standing at the church,
With his hand outstretched to people.
She wasn't a beggar.
It's so hard for her to be alone in her life.
After all, old age is no longer in high esteem,
Her need brought her here.
Now a penny is in the account,
After all, the pension is small now.
I buried the old man a long time ago,
And the children have all left,
They forgot about the grandmother.
They live quietly to themselves.
She raised them once,
Now I'm left alone.
She forgave them for that.
Decided — such a fate.
Let's become wiser,
Let's open our hearts to kindness.
Let the world become better, brighter.
The good will come back doubly.
With his hand outstretched to people.
She wasn't a beggar.
It's so hard for her to be alone in her life.
After all, old age is no longer in high esteem,
Her need brought her here.
Now a penny is in the account,
After all, the pension is small now.
I buried the old man a long time ago,
And the children have all left,
They forgot about the grandmother.
They live quietly to themselves.
She raised them once,
Now I'm left alone.
She forgave them for that.
Decided — such a fate.
Let's become wiser,
Let's open our hearts to kindness.
Let the world become better, brighter.
The good will come back doubly.
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Life is arranged in a strange
way - changes are coming all the time in it.
Then love says — "hold on!"
Then, "I'm sorry ..." — they say treason.
This complicated thing is life
She gave us a strength test.
If you can stand it, you will live.
If you can't, you'll leave indefinitely.
I tell myself — this is life.
Take it as a gift.
If it's hard for you, hold on!
The world cannot be bright everywhere.
If a cloud is suddenly over me —
I believe: the sun is just rising.
If the wind is whirling crazy —
It's temporary… Everything passes…
way - changes are coming all the time in it.
Then love says — "hold on!"
Then, "I'm sorry ..." — they say treason.
This complicated thing is life
She gave us a strength test.
If you can stand it, you will live.
If you can't, you'll leave indefinitely.
I tell myself — this is life.
Take it as a gift.
If it's hard for you, hold on!
The world cannot be bright everywhere.
If a cloud is suddenly over me —
I believe: the sun is just rising.
If the wind is whirling crazy —
It's temporary… Everything passes…
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"All life is a game and the people in it are actors" —
The phrase is known to each of us.
We all play these or other roles
And we forget who we are now…
We try on millions of masks.
We want to appear better than we are.
And we forget that it doesn't seem enough.
And we forget what the whole point is…
Tear off all the masks, find yourself
And to get better, not to seem!
Try to live in a kind, loving way –
That's the essence of life that began to be forgotten!
The phrase is known to each of us.
We all play these or other roles
And we forget who we are now…
We try on millions of masks.
We want to appear better than we are.
And we forget that it doesn't seem enough.
And we forget what the whole point is…
Tear off all the masks, find yourself
And to get better, not to seem!
Try to live in a kind, loving way –
That's the essence of life that began to be forgotten!
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I like it when the soul is pure,
When there is no envy or malice in her,
When she is beautiful and simple,
And the meanness of microbes did not penetrate.
I like it when she has a conscience,
There is kindness, responsiveness and honesty.
When decency and honor are in the price,
Sincerity, justice, humanity.
I like it when the light lives in it,
The warmth and beauty of the saint lives,
Which will save the wonderful world,
Filling with the great meaning of life.
Don't waste words on those who don't hear them,
For a trifle, not worthy of offense,
On those who are breathing evenly next to you,
Whose heart does not hurt with your pain.
Don't waste your life, it's not endless,
Appreciate every breath, moment and hour,
After all, in this world, even if not perfect,
There is someone who prays to heaven only for you!
When there is no envy or malice in her,
When she is beautiful and simple,
And the meanness of microbes did not penetrate.
I like it when she has a conscience,
There is kindness, responsiveness and honesty.
When decency and honor are in the price,
Sincerity, justice, humanity.
I like it when the light lives in it,
The warmth and beauty of the saint lives,
Which will save the wonderful world,
Filling with the great meaning of life.
Don't waste words on those who don't hear them,
For a trifle, not worthy of offense,
On those who are breathing evenly next to you,
Whose heart does not hurt with your pain.
Don't waste your life, it's not endless,
Appreciate every breath, moment and hour,
After all, in this world, even if not perfect,
There is someone who prays to heaven only for you!
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We had no time to be sick as children,
A merry crowd rode down the slides.
We wanted to grow up so fast,
And the old people are all those who are over forty…
After finishing school, they scattered around the country
And the soldiers are waiting for letters from the girls.
They seemed to themselves quite grown - up,
And old people – who are over fifty…
The old kids have come into life,
On the fingers of the wedding rings shine.
And the years rushed by in a string,
And old people – who are over sixty…
Themselves under fifty…Years go by…
Life solves the issues very simply.
I don't care about age, it's nonsense,
After all, old age is somewhere out there... over ninety..
A merry crowd rode down the slides.
We wanted to grow up so fast,
And the old people are all those who are over forty…
After finishing school, they scattered around the country
And the soldiers are waiting for letters from the girls.
They seemed to themselves quite grown - up,
And old people – who are over fifty…
The old kids have come into life,
On the fingers of the wedding rings shine.
And the years rushed by in a string,
And old people – who are over sixty…
Themselves under fifty…Years go by…
Life solves the issues very simply.
I don't care about age, it's nonsense,
After all, old age is somewhere out there... over ninety..
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As long as you're alive, you mean too much
And on the road of life, barely breathing,
Dropping tattered feet into the dust,
You are looking for those who have a soul in them.
Years, centuries, seconds and minutes,
In forgotten books, chronicles, dreams,
Are you looking for a way to throw off the body shackles
Forgetting about hunger, vanity and fear.
You grab a grain of everything..
Leave your fervor and eternal anxiety!
You were born of Love and for Her,
And only in It will you find the way to God.
And on the road of life, barely breathing,
Dropping tattered feet into the dust,
You are looking for those who have a soul in them.
Years, centuries, seconds and minutes,
In forgotten books, chronicles, dreams,
Are you looking for a way to throw off the body shackles
Forgetting about hunger, vanity and fear.
You grab a grain of everything..
Leave your fervor and eternal anxiety!
You were born of Love and for Her,
And only in It will you find the way to God.
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Never coming back yesterday
Last year is irrevocably gone
We woke up this morning
Time only moves forward…
You can either continue your journey
Or just start over…
It is impossible to turn back
And you can't repeat everything AGAIN
There is no second attempt — only ONE
And, alas, we have no understudies…
We must drink the cup to the bottom —
Life will tell us the right answer…
The memory will be stored until the end
What was once a long time ago
Everything will remain in our hearts
Don't forget anything anyway!
Last year is irrevocably gone
We woke up this morning
Time only moves forward…
You can either continue your journey
Or just start over…
It is impossible to turn back
And you can't repeat everything AGAIN
There is no second attempt — only ONE
And, alas, we have no understudies…
We must drink the cup to the bottom —
Life will tell us the right answer…
The memory will be stored until the end
What was once a long time ago
Everything will remain in our hearts
Don't forget anything anyway!
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Who can say what love is?
When the blood is rushing madly in you?
Or maybe when everything gets blurry in the eyes?
Or maybe when you're drowning in tears?
Is love if you always blush?
No, these signs are completely nonsense!
Love is if you approach him,
You can squeeze his soft paw in your hand,
And you will bend down a little to the gentle face,
And you will say: "I love you, dear puppy!"
And if your heart burns when you meet Him,
And the look, a little closer He freezes,
And for his sake, you're ready to even go into the river,
Then it is, of course, love for a person!
When the blood is rushing madly in you?
Or maybe when everything gets blurry in the eyes?
Or maybe when you're drowning in tears?
Is love if you always blush?
No, these signs are completely nonsense!
Love is if you approach him,
You can squeeze his soft paw in your hand,
And you will bend down a little to the gentle face,
And you will say: "I love you, dear puppy!"
And if your heart burns when you meet Him,
And the look, a little closer He freezes,
And for his sake, you're ready to even go into the river,
Then it is, of course, love for a person!
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Wisdom is in calmness, wisdom is in patience, In faith in yourself and in the sinlessness of dreams,
In order to grant leniency to everything,
To sing in the midst of the earthly bustle.
Wisdom is a treasure, wisdom is a radiance.
Where is the hidden source to be found?
The "I" is not to save, but to reject suffering,
In the near to see the desired flower.
In order to grant leniency to everything,
To sing in the midst of the earthly bustle.
Wisdom is a treasure, wisdom is a radiance.
Where is the hidden source to be found?
The "I" is not to save, but to reject suffering,
In the near to see the desired flower.
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Sun of the sleepless! Melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember’d well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant — clear, but oh, how cold!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember’d well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant — clear, but oh, how cold!
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