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And tell me, grandfather, why would a little before his death to suffer? When a great man suffers, man or woman, that sins are forgiven, and why little, when he has no sins? Why?
- And who knows? You can not just know why and how. The bird is supposed not four wings but two because two is able to fly - and the man supposed to know not all but only half or quarter. How much he know, to live so much and knows Your grief with Polgara. Life is long, there's still both good and bad, all will be...

There, in France, I used to watch how people die, but not used to the sight of the dying horses, they die hard...

All my life I bear the pangs of Tantalus. Life suffer because I can't Express what I want to say... how about this beauty, as to convey these colours, this yellow forest oaks, their color, which changes the color of the sky... What agony our literary craft... And some flour to find the sound, the melody of the story - the sound that defines all subsequent!

The human mind is a curious toy. Worn out with pain and madness, he resists and protected from what can bring freedom.

You hurts no one but your own unbalanced mind.

In life there is suffering that, like leprosy, slowly gnawing and eating away the soul from the inside. About these pain no one tells you: most people consider such sufferings incidental or exceptional, rare, and if someone will write about them or tell people in accordance with the generally accepted views and private views will take it with a sneer.

So painful and so delightful to be around and at the same time not being able to touch each other.

... It is better to suffer than to use the communal toilet...

How many artsy poses
How many broken roses
How many torments, and curses, and tears!

Doing nothing is a thing contradictory.
In homeopathic doses - can not be beat; in industrial scale - though a wolf howl.
Don't believe? Try for a month to lock yourself in a room without a computer, half a ton of books or constantly updated inventory of alcohol and check it out for yourself. Should go to sleep for the week ahead, and a constant presence in the four walls begins in the most natural way to boil the brain.

Whose heart aches, as if from a burn,
In his heart - pain, and anxiety.
But that amuses me a little:
What will happen - all in the power of God.

In the way of his quest, companion, don't be afraid of troubles.
Only for the heart, it is encouraging that the suffering in this.

Flour was art - no.

Life in agony is the agony of life. You can't hide from them, you can only hope that they will disappear by themselves, unexplored, in the drawer, like a pack of poisonous spiders, and never will ispolzut to light. But they will ispolzut - in the most unexpected and terrifying face, scaring you so much that you can't take even the most ordinary daily activities.