Book: It. Page 10
But who knows how long lasts the pain of the loss? If 30, 40 years after the death of a child, or brother or sister you're half asleep to remember a deceased loved one with the same pain, still feel the void from his loss, you can not help feeling that this emptiness will never be filled, even after your death.
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... People should pay for what one gets in this world. Maybe that's why the Lord first makes us children and puts closer to the ground, because he knows: you have a lot to fall and bleed before you learn this simple lesson. Pay for what you have, have what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own, it all comes back to your home.
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In the ditch was a clown.
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In one hand he had a bundle of balloons. In the other, he held the leg of the baby, similar to chicken foot. On each ball was written: "HE CAME FROM ANOTHER WORLD".
- Tell your friends that I'm the last of a dying race - he said grinning and got down on her porch steps. I'm the only one survived on the lost planet. I've come to devour all the women... and rape all the men... and learn to make peppermint bubble gum! And dance the twist!
You can't just stop being a baby, immediately, with a loud crash, like the bursting of a balloon with the words "Burma-Shave" on the sides. Baby just goes out of you like air from a tire. And one day you look at yourself in the mirror, and from there on you looks an adult. You can continue to wear blue jeans, you can still go to concerts with Springsteen and Seeger, can be added hair, but the face remains the same - an adult.
Maybe, he thought, such things as good or bad friends, just not there, and friends are always just friends - the people who stand shoulder to shoulder with you in difficult times and are ready to help you. They must always stand at their worried and lived for them, maybe even die for them if necessary. Not good friends. And not bad friends. Just those people who you want to see who takes his place in your heart.
...I feel like a man standing at the edge of the old crumbling mine: he stands there and says goodbye to the daylight.
God loves the stones, flies, weeds, and poor people above all of all His creatures, that's why He made so many of them.
What's the use to tell if still never fails to describe their feelings.
A child born blind, did not even suspect that he was blind to until someone tell him about it. Even then, he will have the vaguest idea of what blindness is; only the sighted know what it is.
