My soul is so far away from me, yet my existence is so real.
I have never felt so deeply: both beyond myself and living in this world.
A person can easily learn not to care, but learning to care requires a hundred times more courage and effort.
There's a feeling in my head that I'm being honest with myself, I'm not young anymore, I'm getting old, I'm starting to get tired of the soul in my body, and several times I've used up all the expressions, out of the crowd Run away in a hurry, just like you did back then.
I felt like I was at home, without parents, without a single person. I've thought about the rationale for this, and it's peeping. The first scene of the inner root of those damn problems. Some of us feel like we can do something, but sometimes we wake up from our dreams and realize that we ended up doing nothing.
I realized one thing, I'm not the same person as you. I shouldn't be here, my soul isn't here. You can see me, but I'm just an empty body.
We failed. The point of failure is that we let everyone down, including ourselves.
I know the importance of these things, an acquired guidance and someone who helps you understand the complexities of the world you live in. There was no such person in my childhood, I grew up alone.
I am not a banknote. But I am like a crumpled paper currency, flowing in society.
I remembered enough of the past to be assembled into a book, and I returned all the tears to myself. This is the beginning of all unfortunate things.
That bag, it doesn't feel anything. It is empty. I don't have any kind of feeling for you to damage either. You know what? I can understand your anger. I used to be very angry because of some things, you know. You have absolutely no reason to be angry with me, because... I am one of the very few people who would give you a chance like this.
Children don't like to consume their own attention. They get bored with it. So how do you talk to someone about literature if they don't believe... you, want to share something meaningful with them.
So you don't care what they say to you? - maybe I'm used to it. ——I also want to be so strong. —It's not about being strong, Meredith. You know, unfortunately, most people choose to act on their own accord. Keep in mind that you will still face such problems later in life. There are such people in every age group.
She used to be a sweet girl. She never seemed to be satisfied with life. Why should she be content? Her mother would satisfy all her material needs. Then why was she angry? Suddenly she was cranky and mean. We don't know what happened to her. Admittedly, this has nothing to do with us. We are competent parents. But she used this way to repay our dedication to her. She committed suicide. What a stupid and selfish kid. She never got the chance to go to Princeton again.
We all have problems to solve, these problems, follow us home at night, follow us to work in the morning, that kind of helplessness, that feeling, like drifting on the sea, no lifebuoy, no life jacket, and you think, you are in Throw lifebuoys at others.
People are estranged from each other, but their hearts are broken. At the end of each day, maybe you are the paranoid and crazy one among ordinary people. You are eager to fit in with the crowd, so you are once again a herdsman. The price you pay for this is a long-term detachment pain. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, no one can see or understand your struggles.
A sense of humor is key. I don't have that kind of talent, haha. I mean, there's a certain sense of tragedy in my sense of humor.
Throughout our lives, all we have to learn is to embrace each other.
My life, my life, is not worth mentioning...
I don't want us all to live so hard. I don't want to be your burden.
When you stop coming to see me, I will die.
We all need something that frees us from tediousness and reality, and thinks more or less about the root of things. No one wants to think about how much effort it takes to get out of the sea of misery. We all need relief.
Young people today are told that women are prostitutes, prostitutes, and deserve to be beaten, beaten, trampled, and humiliated. This is a marketing carnage! For the rest of our lives, 24 hours a day, it will drive us to work hard and let us perish in silence! So, in order to protect ourselves and prevent boredom from seeping into our minds, we must learn to stimulate our imaginations by reading, to protect our own consciousness, our own beliefs. We all need these skills to defend against, to preserve, our pure spiritual world. "
"The park is now empty except for abandoned chairs. The ladders, the slides, the swings are all rusted and corroded, and they're all so lonely now. Where are the kids? Don't they know the park needs them? The smart kids Hearts can see through many dark abyss, but can they see through that wonderful moment of detachment?"
Don't you like building some more lasting relationships?
People should make sure they meet that standard before trying to become a parent.
I think the worst thing about being in our business is that no one will ever say thank you. no. Now I am here to say thank you. You are doing a job that no one else can do. Neither of us can.
When you talk to me, you make me feel like I actually exist. - You do exist, Meredith.
You have such a great responsibility to guide a child and keep them from ending in pieces... broken into powder, scattered by the side of the road... into a trivial existence...
My soul is not here. You can see me, but I'm just an empty body.
How many people have you felt the stress swept through as you walked down the hallway or into the classroom?
...I used to have.
Edgar Allan Poe described this feeling many years ago. As we read. We know that the House of Usher is not just an old, crumbling townhouse, it also represents our own existence:
On a long, dull, grey day in the autumn of that year
Heavy clouds hang low above the sky
I ride my horse alone
through this gloomy, exotic country land
Finally, when night fell slowly
The cold view of the House of Usher unfolded before my eyes
I've never seen it the way it used to be
But just by just a glimpse, some unbearable gloom permeates my heart
I looked at the sparse landscape around the mansion
The walls are barren, the decayed trees are white
My soul is speechless
my heart is cooling
sink
show weakness
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