Author of quotes: Alfred Tennyson

My intent - to sunset sail rule
Beyond it, and before I die,
To be where the sink Western stars.
Perhaps the abyss of the sea will swallow us,
Maybe the Islands will reach a Happy,
See there the great Achilles,
Which we knew. Many do not,
But many remain to this day.
And there we have the same strength in long days,
What rocked over the earth and sky,
But we are we. Temper hearts fearless
Weakened by time and fate,
But the strong will of unimpaired
To seek, to find, to dare, to win.

Little use in that, an idle king,
Hearth, among barren rocks,
I'm giving away, near the couple fades,
Incomplete laws this wild,
That hoarding, sleep, eat, me not knowing.
I rest from wandering, there is no rest,
I want my life to drink to the bottom.
I enjoyed, I was greatly ...
Always - and with those, whom I was loved.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lags.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Not makes no friend who never made a foe.
No friends who has never had enemies.

So past the strong heroic soul away.
And when they buried him the little port
Had seldom seen a costlier funeral.
So I went this strong heroic soul.
And when they buried him, the little port
Rarely seen funerals more expensive.

Dust on my grave
The severity of the soles.
Stupid tears are not lay -
It's all a lie.
The wind is blowing petals
The scream packs.
Enough of this anguish,
Don't wait, go ahead.
Time - serious illness.
I'm so tired.
Dead living is not a friend.
Don't wait, go ahead.

But whatever happens, my truth can't take that away -
I feel when grieving.
It is better to love and lose,
Than to know that she will never love.

And if only every thought of you grew a flower, I could wander through your garden forever.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Go ahead and never die.

Dreams are true while they last. But do we not live in dreams?

Trees of life will pass, the forest will droop,
The fog will shed a quiet tear,
And arable land will take the ploughman's arms,
And the Swan after many years dies.

Takes a lot, but a lot will be.

Nature's bloody teeth and claws.