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Perfection exists only in the minds of people. It is unreal. Imagine, create, improve. There is no limit to perfection

Ask a person whether he is happy or not, and you will learn how to make him happy.

It would be great to try to have sex in free fall. On a parachute. It's a crazy idea, but it's worth it. How do you like this sexual fantasy?

What is your sport? Watching football or hockey in front of the TV? or is it going to the gym in order to make yourself and your body better? or is it a game with friends on the Playground in football basketball?

As you know you don't love yourself nobody will praise. There is no such person who would not have achieved all achieve something and reach if you praise yourself, then you will have the confidence and you want to move forward and achieve new heights.

The number of fools there is a certain sect called the hypocrites, who continuously learn to deceive themselves and others, but others more than themselves, but in reality deceive themselves more than others.

Just as even the finest body is not free from dirt and musty fumes, so even the noblest character is not free from bad qualities, and sometimes the greatest genius is not devoid of limitations.

If you want to consider a person and his soul, not delve into how he is silent, or as he says, or how he cries, or how he's worried the noblest ideas, and look at it better when he laughs. Good laughs man â€" so good.

You know these tracks that don't have enough space for three, and one remains behind, and it is considered to be a person without friends? So, one such path was three, apparently, another. The two quietly walked, and carried a third in his arms, on his throne) they made my day.

When I was in sixth grade, our entire class went on a camping trip. All the guys took cameras and filmed our trip. Back at the school, we began to look and show each other all camera pictures, when suddenly, one girl said, “OH! WHAT IS IT?�

They all ran to her to see what she saw. One photo was shot the boy in our class when he was sitting in the bus. In this photo, there was nothing strange, if not for his reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection of the window looked yellow and bloated, disfigured and distorted, and behind him was some kind of white shadow. Looking closer, it became clear that it was the skull. It was awful.

When the boy saw the photos, he started crying, and he freaked out. Everyone in class was scared. The class teacher sent the boy to the infirmary, and forbade us all to discuss this case.

Seven days later the boy died due to a brain tumor.