Friday, March 25, 2011

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The last thing you lose


Build the world, idealizes the lives and to keep going.
As the soul or our importance, hope is a lie.
To live, you must believe that tomorrow the sun will rise, although nobody can guarantee it.


is built since we were kids. "Do not worry, here comes the doctor, tomorrow will be better." Hope is confident
time, because it is a prediction of improvement, a sample of existential optimism.
is vital sighs desires, dreams in shooting stars and fall asleep, curled up hope, thinking of better days places never known and things that are done.


say that hope is the last thing you lose.
We were brought up in the happy ending and trust him even when we are in the most terrible of the sludge.
hope you will come to save us. Prince, Peter Bishop, the Seventh Cavalry and the finger of God.
If it is true that we are going to die, go resignation. But, it appears another secret hope: that there is anything but darkness and silence the other side.


Even the most pessimistic and suffering, maintain a reservoir of hope. Connect little with him, but the treasure, sometimes without realizing it.
For a living without a glimmer of faith, committed suicide on the spot. Do not even think. Goodbye, world.


The doctor is the one with the final verdict on all your hopes.
Is anyone reading the above, periodically, and who will remember if you keep running and you should necessarily stop.
can ask him not to give you false hope, but actually want them.
Truth or lie? Where does the hope and fantasy begins? Is it the same?


Give him a chance to hope, slogans crave in times of scarcity and disorientation.
In hope, will encourage the people of Earth. Seeds germinate, grow better and, when the war, we are stronger.


Disappointment, as the unforgivable unresolved and foster the long nights of our lives hopefully.
are sad endings, which can only be understood when we're older. But it still hurt as much as if we were children.
is only at night. Even the most insignificant animal, waiting for the dawn, crying and clean.


No more hope, no more sincere and more universal than the desire to return home. Those who confuse
roads, it takes, those who disappeared, who went to look for themselves, all struggling to come back, all rely on to see the light known.


have just the battles, they break the spell and pours hope, more generous than ever.
The house will remain in place, we think, as we move forward on the way back.
not learned another way of living. Do not worry, here comes the doctor, tomorrow will be better.

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