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Love is immortal ... it's a pity that immortality does not exist.

“Maybe yes... or maybe not. In any case, you will not know the truth from me. I will leave you alone, again. And this time, I'll make sure you don't find me. Enjoy eternity, my love, - the witch said with a smile.

There is life. There is death. And there is I.

Vampires are the secret key to the gates of eternity.

Seductive death is his greatest talent. He's gorgeous and loves to put on a show,” the vampire said.

- The life of a vampire is chosen by those who have lost too much, or those who have nothing to lose at all. This is not about a slightly dark teenage romance that you can play if it's completely boring. Being a vampire... It's about the pain that breaks like a rod, about the darkness that hides deep in each of us, about the memories that break the heart, about the powerlessness from the realization that the past cannot be returned, and no one can be saved .. including yourself, about the loneliness that pulls you to the bottom like a stone, about the call of blood and eternity that you cannot resist, and about the cold kiss of death that any stranger takes from you against your will. Therefore, there are so few vampires. No sane person would go for this, in their right mind. But immortality, Rory... the future of all mankind, which we can witness, a life free from everything that does not allow people to breathe, in their hard, sad, short lives... Immortality pays for everything... if you know how to enjoy.

He does not eat, does not sleep, no weapon of mortals is capable of killing him.

The same hands mold us over and over again. Only the one who has gone through fire does not become mud again.

Those who are brave in heart do not die.

For the sake of immortality, this zealous love accompanies everything in the world.

“Yes, but I prefer not to agree with you, Doctor. They were my Gods. They gave me life, purpose. Even immortality. And they thanked me. When they set off on a new journey, I heard them, - the old man smiled again.

Deeper than any other feeling, deeper even than fear, I am saturated, poisoned by the indifference of immortals to us mortals. In vain do we strive to soften their icy coldness with our slight warmth. We are trying in vain to escape from their violence - I have known this for a long time.

Man was born for immortality; for each of us, it begins beyond our own self.

Why do I need immortality? I don't even know what to do tomorrow ...