Book: For whom the bell tolls. Page 4

Until one of us alive until we are alive both.

Then there was the smell of crushed Heather, and prickly fractures under her head, and bright sunlight on her closed eyelids, and he seemed set for life, remember the curve of her neck when she lay back her head in Heather, and her bare savelives lips, and trembling of the lashes on the eyelids, tightly closed, not to see the sun and not see anything, and the world for it was then red, orange, Golden yellow from the sun that penetrated through closed eyelids, and the same colour was all - completeness, possession, joy - all the same color, all in the same bright blindness. And it was way in the dark, which led nowhere, and anywhere, anywhere, and again, and again and again and again nowhere, elbows pressed into the ground, and again, anywhere, and indefinitely, a hopeless, forever nowhere, and had no more strength, and again nowhere, and unbearably, and again and again and again and again nowhere, and suddenly, unexpected, burning, in the past all the darkness shattered, and time is frozen, and only they two existed in stationary, staying times, and the ground beneath them lurched and swam.

Will either need to boost the memory, or never allow the quotations, because when I can't remember exactly the quote, it haunts you, like a forgotten name, and you can't get rid of her.

Nothing now. There is neither yesterday nor tomorrow. How much time do you need to know this? There is only now and if now is for you two days, then two days is your life and everything should be according to it.

Anxiety not better than fear. It only makes it harder.

We know only that we know nothing. We don't know anything about what happens to us at night.

You disappeared as soon as I saw it. As soon as she opened her mouth and spoke for the first time with you, you have already felt it, you know. Again it came - and you thought it never will come - there is nothing to throw in it a dirt, because you know what it really is and you know that it came at the moment when you first saw her with a heavy iron frying pan in hand.

To fight - enough to not be a fool. But to win you need talent and material.

Drunk is just disgusting. The thief when he steals, - man as man. A cheater will not cheat their. The killer will come home and wash my hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in his own bed and burns himself all the insides with alcohol.