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- Your ancestors had built in king's landing for their dragons huge, covered with a dome, the castle, which was called dragon's lair. <...> ... It was noticed that none of these dragons have not grown to their ancestors. Mastery say that the reason that the walls and ceiling.
- If walls could restrain our growth, all the peasants would be dwarfs, and kings - giants. But I have met with giants and in the huts of dwarfs and castles.
- People are people, and dragons are dragons.

The walls of the house are designed to connect the human with the surrounding world.

'Cuz maybe theres a part of me
That hit the wall
Leaving pieces of me behind
Maybe a part of me
Still trying to destroy the wall,
Leaving my pieces behind.

Nobody can build such sturdy walls to feminine wiles are unable to overcome them. There are only insurmountable walls created by the thought.

The water in the decanter - the miracle of miracles,
Transparent ball, a detainee in the fall!
Where is he? How he got here
On the table, in a huge institution?
What wee gardens
Forgot we remember we still?
And happy I ability water
Dutifully to repeat someone else's form.
And the carafe goes from emptiness,
As the Ghost of ice, once melted,
As the embodiment of a sad dream
The unfortunate those that have died of thirst.
What do I do?
To drink one SIP
Raising a glass? And feel at the same time,
As to the heart rises a chill
Unbearable pity for the items?
When an employee talks to me,
Sigh, but it's not her merit.
Separated by an invisible wall
Water and air look at each other...

A blank wall is showing our worst side. They reflect the impermanence of cracks, wrong decisions and dirt. We hide under the carpet, but we mention them in exceptional cases: when, during bad weather they start to penetrate.

Absolutely all of the buildings have a useless, purposeless side. It's not ahead and not behind.
A blank wall of the intermediary or the side panel, smooth surface that divide us, reminding us of passing time, smog and dirt.

If you put before him the ceiling, then you will never overcome... Break all your walls and fearlessly take a giant step forward.

Protective walls may impede you, but the most impenetrable walls in the world are those that surround our hearts.

Fact of life: everyone is either on one side of the wall, or on the other.

The man against the wall. The conversation with his own shadow, farewell to the last Bastion of reliability in an incredibly changing world. Hysterical deafness, a single touch passed through hundreds of people, which is strangled with a kittens die your best words. Everyone at least once if not passed through me is a wild half-mad state, was on the verge. But tossing in a tight space, sick of hopelessness, full of a terrible silence, and torn from inside his own cry, we forget that the walls also are able to see.

My friend, when you're back near the wall when you blood tearing hands and ideas, you can search the output for your breath when you're breast-its a heavy firmament, revealing the edge of madness when you cry, lost in the indifference of human faces, so wild and unnatural similar to your face when you re going to die is ridiculous, and not having to say to explain at least cast a last look if you feel the skin cold surface of the stone, Be careful. Because at that moment the wall looking at you.

The soul is the wall, to which we leaned back to stand.

The city is a solid gray wall.