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Time heals and helps to forget what seemed important yesterday.

Love for me is exhausting. Even when all is quiet, I am afraid that this stillness will come to an end, and anxiety deprives it of any sweetness. The smallest panel is the failure of the entire piece. It is impossible not to interpret everything in the worst way. Nothing can be done to the soil is never left from under my feet when all it is, that a single misstep. The wait is torture; have - also, because of the fear of losing.

He looked at the open abdominal cavity, lined with white napkins. In the sharp electric light they seem whiter than freshly fallen snow, which was gaping crimson crater wounds. Cat of Hagstrum, thirty-four years, capricious, graceful, with a tanned fit body, full of desire to live, sentenced to death with something vague and invisible, gradually destroying the cells in her body.

As it happened, he himself did not know, but suddenly there's something caught him and sort of threw himself at her feet. He cried and hugged her knees. In the first instant she was terribly frightened, and her face was half dead. She jumped up and shakily looked at him. But immediately, at the same moment she understood. Her eyes lit up with an infinite happiness; she understood, and for her there was no doubt that he loves, loves it and it's finally this moment...
They wanted to say but couldn't. Tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces shone the dawn of a renewed future, of a full resurrection into a new life. Their resurrected love, the heart entered into infinite sources of life for the heart of another.
They put to wait and endure. They had another seven years; until then unbearable so much flour and so much infinite happiness! But he rose again, and he knew it, felt quite all the renewed being, and she - she had lived only with his life!
The evening of the same day, when I locked the barracks, Raskolnikov lay on his bunk and thought about her. On this day, he felt as if all the convicts, his former enemies, already looked at him differently. He even spoke with them and answered him gently. He remembered it now, but it was meant to be: isn't it now all change?
He thought about her. He remembered as he is constantly tortured her and tormented her heart; remembered her pale, slender face, but it almost did not torture and now these memories: he knew by what infinite love he would now redeem all her sufferings.

He behaved as if the whole world was his toy, which he must thoroughly enough.

Not all resistance trouble rewarded with deliverance from death, but every death begins with the loss of the will to resist.

Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. But Henry remained a space ten yards in diameter, to which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. The baby squatting was over protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger's hand a civilization that know about it didn't and collapsed.

And then their lips met closely-closely, and she lay very close to him, and slowly her lips opened, and suddenly pressed her to him, he felt he had never been so happy, so easily, lovingly, gleefully happy, no thoughts, no anxiety, no fatigue, only a huge pleasure, and he said, My little rabbit. My favorite. My long lovely.

They were lying near, and all that was protected, now left without protection. Where once was rough fabric all was smooth with wonderful smoothness and kruglyashi, and clung and trembled and stretched, long and light, warm and cool, cool outside and warm inside, and tight pressed, and frozen, and tormented by pain, and give joy, a plaintive, young and loving and now everything was warm and smooth and full of aching, sharp, plaintive longing, such longing...

In theaters too much talk. And useless, miserable picture. How is it possible to feel something?

To better to discover a movie, view it from beginning to end in some quiet place, preferably on the big screen and with good acoustics. The only way to penetrate into another world and gain new experience.

The light can significantly change the perception of the film, and sometimes the nature of the characters. I like it when people come out of the dark.

I don't really like corpses, but the texture of the decaying fabric is just amazing.

We meditate not in order to catch ideas. We just increase the space of your consciousness and come out fresh, full of energy, ready to go now to catch ideas.