Even a monk can't shave his own head.
The nicest woman is your own; the nicest harvest is your neighbors.
Disgraced like a man whose own pet bites him.
If you do not travel, you will marry your own sister.
An elephant never tires of carrying his own trunk.
As people go their own way, destiny goes with them.
Your hand is never the worse for doing its own work.
A man cannot jump over his own shadow.
Each child brings his own blessing into the world.
On your own donkey it is quicker than on someone else's racehorse.
Every elephant has to carry its own trunk around.
Ivanov: I am a bad, pathetic and worthless individual. One needs to be pathetic, too, worn out and drained by drink, like Pasha, to be still fond of me and to respect me. My God, how I despise myself! I so deeply loathe my voice, my walk, my hands, t...
There is point in your life when you come face to face with the reality that you cannot take another step on your own. For me, I had never experienced that point, but depression brought me there. I have slowly, painfully and continually been confront...
There was something in her eyes that made me trust her. Maybe it was because they held the same cynicism, the same world-weariness I saw in my own every morning when I looked at myself in the mirror.
I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.
It has been my personal experience that as I allow the painting to speak I become lost, it is delicious and at the same time frightening. The best ones, to me, have a life of their own.
Mark my words, you will rue this day, lament it in tears. You will come to me on your knees sobbing, begging for forgiveness. But I will tell you now and I will tell you then, you are on your own, Skyla.
Do you think, Sam, that even if it were only my own heart at risk, I could pour it into your hands again?" "Then just take mine. I'm not doing anything else with it.
Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.
Oh, precious losing streak, you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about it but my face is made of wood.
I was a lonely boy. I spent all my time reading books and watching the world. [some] tried to draw me out at first, but their hearts weren't in it. And after all, they had enough troubles of their own.
