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Аноним24 февраля 2018 г.Just as a man has the right to live, he ought also to have the right to die.
43,2K- Аноним24 февраля 2018 г.
Undoubtedly you will weep when you learn the news — apart, of course, from such ornamental sentimentality as you may indulge in — but if you will please try to think of my joy at being liberated completely from the suffering of living and this hateful life itself, I believe that your sorrow will gradually dissolve.
32,3K - Аноним24 февраля 2018 г.
This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.
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Аноним9 декабря 2017 г.Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness — they're heartbreaking. Whenever you can hear the gloomy sighs of woe from the four walls around you, you know that there's not a chance of happiness existing just for you.
31,8K- Аноним9 декабря 2017 г.Читать далее
When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it 1 was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering.
21,2K - Аноним7 сентября 2017 г.
But rather than the patronizing "But being decadent is the only way to survive!" of some who criticize me, I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!"
Paltry, prudent hypocrites!1617 - Аноним7 сентября 2017 г.
Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.
1600 - Аноним7 сентября 2017 г.
A sensation of helplessness, as if it were utterly impossible to go on living. Painful waves beat relentlessly on my heart, as after a thunderstorm the white clouds frantically scud across the sky. A terrible emotion — shall I call it an apprehension — wrings my heart only to release it, makes my pulse falter, and chokes my breath. At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.
1584 - Аноним7 сентября 2017 г.
"I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again."
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