Character: Justin
- Mom said I got this heart from Santa. I thought it was made by elves or someone else, but it's not true, is it?
- No, it's not true.
- Yes, I heard the nurses talking. In fact, it's from another child. Another child had to die.
- Justin, baby.
- And then I outgrew his heart, so for the last two years Mom has been praying for another child to die for me. Isn't that what you've been praying for? Tell me, Mom. She prayed for it. And what does God think about it?
- No, it's not true.
- Yes, I heard the nurses talking. In fact, it's from another child. Another child had to die.
- Justin, baby.
- And then I outgrew his heart, so for the last two years Mom has been praying for another child to die for me. Isn't that what you've been praying for? Tell me, Mom. She prayed for it. And what does God think about it?
Quote Explanation: Justin spoke to a priest who assured him that God wanted him to live.
There is no honour in seizing power by force.
- Are you okay, friend?
- Yes, only a knife was hooked. Thirty-five times.
- Yes, only a knife was hooked. Thirty-five times.
3 Season 5 Series
They say, philosophy has created the drunk man who lost all his fortune. But I will say that the philosophy was created by the people who invented alcohol. Here is what is true philosophers.
Taste is very objective, but it is the courage to have their views.
- I love you. How can you not believe this?
I don't want to believe it.
Why?
Because if I believe it, she faltered, her whole body trembled in the warm wind, and allow myself to love you... someday we will have to experience the pain, and I don't want to.
I don't want to believe it.
Why?
Because if I believe it, she faltered, her whole body trembled in the warm wind, and allow myself to love you... someday we will have to experience the pain, and I don't want to.
You know, I guess in life there is a stage when it is better to be alone.
- I love you. How can you not believe this?
I don't want to believe it.
Why?
Because if I believe it, she faltered, her whole body trembled in the warm breeze, and allow myself to love you... someday we will have to experience the pain, and I don't want to.
- I'm not going to hurt you. Never. I swear to you. She sighed and leaned my head to his bare chest, and he hugged her.
No one can promise.
I don't want to believe it.
Why?
Because if I believe it, she faltered, her whole body trembled in the warm breeze, and allow myself to love you... someday we will have to experience the pain, and I don't want to.
- I'm not going to hurt you. Never. I swear to you. She sighed and leaned my head to his bare chest, and he hugged her.
No one can promise.
Everyone is looking at you. Say something. Something clever.
- She writes like sewing a patchwork quilt.
Sounds great. All witches dream about the quilt.
Sounds great. All witches dream about the quilt.
When so much time living in the dark - even rejoice in the ray of light. To the of strange thoughts and they need to be aware of. Maybe destiny is calling you somewhere, you do not hear... you have the nose of a hidden message, and you can't see it.... This could be the last chance? Do you use them? Or are you going to the grave with unlived lives?
How nice if there are people who every day goes behind you, catches flying from the Windows of the piano, not allowing them to fall on your head, and all that jazz.
- Do you really love this girl?
- A good question. Not really, but with her I'm not alone.
- A good question. Not really, but with her I'm not alone.
