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“It’s better to go for it,” Fred said firmly.

“Grab it,” he told himself, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with panic, “reach out your hand and grab it.” It was surprising how much more difficult it was to reach across the table and touch her hand than to catch a swift Snitch in flight.

The future of humanity is doomed. Having said that, I'm not going to sit idly by while we all get killed.

Nails scratched the wood and were often driven into it by the force of pure despair, and souls rushed towards me, straight into my hands, and we climbed out of those showers - onto the roof and beyond, into the safe expanse of eternity. They were supplied to me without interruption. Minute by minute. Shower after shower.

I fold my arms over my chest and gather my palms into fists, because my fingers itch, whine, and tear. They need to touch you, they - I - need to make sure that you are real, alive, material, not diagnosed to me by someone in a white coat with years of difficult study and practice.

Maybe this will be your first acquaintance with an exciting hobby that you have dreamed of for a long time, or a step into a new craft that will lead you to your life’s work. Don't be afraid to open doors to new opportunities - this is where true strength lies. Every step into the unknown is a chance to learn more about yourself, make amazing discoveries and make your most cherished dreams come true.

Break into two, they will say: two legs, two arms, why not four?

There is money, but it’s too late to live.

She tried to discern what kind of weaving the greatest and most ancient master - gray Time - would make from the tow he had already spun into a woman. But his weaving is a hidden place, its work is not heard, and its working hands are silent.

Endless love in your hearts...

- I'm not a raccoon.

I just want to understand why Blake doesn't respond more aggressively. Only the frightened give the matter into the hands of lawyers. Or the guilty ones.

- I would give the whole world for the scent of her hair, for one of her kisses, for the touch of her hand. Eternal life would be hard labor for me without it.

You will understand that frosts, icy winds, cold are just temporary cold, and they don’t matter if flowers and eternal summer bloom in your soul, if there is warmth in your heart and you are warmed by this warmth from the inside...