...and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.
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Actually, what does man live for?” “To think about it. Any other question?” “Yes. Why does he die just when he has done that and has become a bit more...
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My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.
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our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life
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The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, o...
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When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.
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Actually, what does man live for?”“To think about it. Any other question?” “Yes. Why does he die just when he has done that and has become a bit more ...
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He looked around. The room, a few suitcases, some belongings, a handful of well-read books— a man needed few things to live. And it was good not to ge...
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Может быть, у смерти совсем другое имя. Мы ведь видим ее всегда только с одной стороны. Может быть, смерть - это совершенная любовь между нами и Богом...
