[P]art of having a complicated mind was understanding its limits, understanding that it couldn't think of everything. Stupidity mistook itself for intelligence, whereas intelligence knew its own stupidity.

Why do people hurt me? 
Even my intentions is to love them:(

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

‎"Имам чувството, че се намирам сред хора,  които възнамеряват да живеят вечно.  Поне така се държат.  Треперят за имуществото си  и нехаят за пропуснатия си живот.

Written By Erich Maria Remarque

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