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Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He
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Black: I see a different truth. Settin right across the table from me.
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the woman stepped once more into the street and the children followed and all continued on to their appointed places which as some believe were chosen long ago even to the beginning of the world.
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He knew that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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You think you can believe in heaven if you dont believe in hell? I guess you can believe what you want to. Rawlins
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My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you. Yessir.
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Esquecemo-nos de algumas coisas, nao e? Sim. Esquecemo-nos do que queriamos recordar e recordamos o que queriamos esquecer.
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it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.
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thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again.
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The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth.
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Letzte Worte sind auch nur Worte.
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Ami ako ti kazha, che to e Bog? - Za men vsichko tova veche e minalo. Ot godini. Tam, k'deto khorata ne mogat da zhiveiat, i za bogovete niama miasto. Shche vidish, che s'm prav. Po-dobre e da si sam. Zatova se nadiavam, che onova, koeto mi kaza, ne e viarno, zashchoto da se skitash po tozi p't s posledniia bog, bi bilo neshcho uzhasno.
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Imi aduc aminte cind s-a pensionat tata si mama i-a spus: "Am zis ca la bine si la rau, dar n-am zis nimic despre prinz"." --
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Cum suna chestia aia...? Cu adevarul si dreptatea? - Ne dedicam trup si suflet in fiecare zi. Ceva de genul asta. - Eu cred ca o sa-ncep de-acum sa ma dedic de doua ori pe zi. Si as putea ajunge si la trei, pina se termina. Ne vedem miine dimineata.
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E o femeie tinara in o multime de privinte. Daca n-as fi avut-o, nu stiu ce m-as fi facut. De fapt, ba da, stiu. Si nici n-ar fi fost nevoie de o cutie pentru asta.
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The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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I've no sympathy with people to whom things happen. It may be that their luck is bad, but is that to count in their favor? I
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Il presente e il tempo piu prezioso
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At fourteen he runs away. He will not see again the freezing kitchenhouse in the predawn dark. The firewood, the washpots. He wanders west as far as Memphis, a solitary migrant upon that flat and pastoral landscape. Blacks in the fields, lank and stooped, their fingers spiderlike among the bolls of cotton. A shadowed agony in the garden. Against the sun's declining figures moving in the slower dusk across a paper skyline. A lone dark husban..
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Zapomenes, co si chces pamatovat a pamatujes si, co chces zapomenout.
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Una negrura como para que dolieran los oidos de escucha
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Qualunque cosa esista, disse. Qualunque cosa esista nella creazione senza che io la conosca esiste senza il mio consenso.
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beneath a deep
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Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordacoes tambem em a sua realidade, conhecida ou nao.
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The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon itself. As if in its ultimate granulation the world sought some stay against its own eternal wheeling.
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he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all. By
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I think the dead have no nationality.
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Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not" -Judge Holden"
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One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everbody is goin to get older with you. You
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Vous ne me laisserez pas plaider ma cause. Je connais votre cause. Votre cause c'est qu'il s'est passe certaines choses sur lesquelles vous n'avez aucun pouvoir. C'est vrai. Je suis certaine que c'est vrai. Mais ca ne fait pas une cause. Je n'ai pas de sympathie pour les gens auxquels des choses arrivent. C'est peut-etre la malchance, mais est-ce que cela doit compter en leur faveur ?
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His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All of it cooked down into forty pounds of paper in a satchel. He
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You're a formidable riddler and I'll not match words with ye
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You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.
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death
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The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous ..
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It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way. He
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This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination.
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No todo el mundo necesita tener una razon para ir a alguna parte.
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Los recuerdos de los hombres son inciertos y el pasado que fue difiere muy poco del pasado que no fue.
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y en la democracia optica de tales paisajes toda preferencia se vuelve caprichosa y hombre y roca terminan por asumir parentescos insospechados.
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No hay criterio definitivo que pueda demostrar la bondad o maldad de un juicio etico. Que
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El hombre que cree que los secretos del mundo estan ocultos para siempre vive inmerso en el misterio y el miedo. La supersticion acabara con el. La lluvia erosionara los actos de su vida. Pero el hombre que se impone la tarea de reconocer el hilo conductor del orden de entre el tapiz habra asumido por esa sola decision la responsabilidad del mundo y es solo mediante esa asuncion que producira el modo de dictar los terminos de su propio dest..
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La vanidad del hombre podra ser infinita pero su saber sigue siendo imperfecto y por mas que valore sus juicios llegara un momento en que tendra que someterlos al arbitrio de una instancia superior. Y
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Vuestro maximo deseo es que os cuente algun misterio. El misterio es que no hay ningun misterio.
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Cuando los corderos se pierden en el monte, dijo, se les oye llorar. Unas veces acude la madre. Otras el lobo. Les
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