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His life is a path between two energized rails: justice and revenge. You cannot combine, you have to choose. He walks on the very edge, making people think he's crazy. This is how he makes mystery a weapon by making people think they are complex. In fact, it is very simple: there is a line. If you cross it, he will come for you. He's not a puzzle. He's a magic screen.

Like a phoenix, my Queen.

There is a very fine line between love and hate.

- Do you believe in signs?
Dick believed in signs, but a dead raven who never unraveled his claws, and a blue-eyed man in black with an impenetrable face...
- No, Monsignor, I don't believe so.
- Me too. Unfortunately.
Unfortunately?! Cansillier is right, Roque is on the verge of madness unless he has stepped over that line. Perhaps this was reflected in Deacon's face, or maybe the marshal just wanted to talk.
- It's weird that you still think death is terrible. If it were a sign, I would rejoice. The crow can not cope with the golden eagle, but this one was too stupid and young, and the raven did not miss it. He was supposed to die alone, but two died. Not to lose when it is impossible to win! There is no better sign and there can not be.

If truth and utility are one and the same, if there is more truth, where there is more benefit, and there is less truth, where there is less benefit, if truth has a degree of truth, then where is the line after which a useful lie becomes useful truth?

Between being and nothingness there's a thin line - fleeting, so obvious, is equally elusive.

In each of our lives there are seemingly insignificant events that will forever remain associated with the memory of any crisis in our spiritual development, the transformation of the whole of our moral being; and whatever is subject to our existence is the most sober worldly interests, there is no person who would not have survived such an hour of delight and enlightenment when the soul attains the highest of his burning and the future like unitiy opens our spiritual eyes. Inner world, which we carry within ourselves, hidden from us, he is full of unsolved prophecies, and we only vaguely read it. But there comes a time hits the hour, sometimes it's just a moment when - whether we are talking about faith in God, about the problems of society or of love - the divine light, like lightning, cutting through the darkness, brightly illuminates our minds. The exalted nature and prone to spiritual contemplation, these fractures are made solemnly and signify every time a new phase of their life cycle, conducting a decisive line between mournful "yesterday" and the triumphant "tomorrow". Philosophers and geometricians, immersed in the world of abstractions, these moments of sudden insight are familiar as well as the fanatics of faith, as poets or lovers.

Legend dunk, like me, suitable only for "Edge of infinity"! Only the clean shave!

Between pleasure and pain is a very fine line.

Damn small distance between justice and cruelty...

Between the monster and the hero is a very fine line.

When b was able to fly back wouldn't go back myself
And if only you flew to the blue, blue sky.
Kohl will reach the end, you know everything myself.
When the face goes,
You to this blue heaven.
To the blue, blue heavens,
To the blue, blue sky!..

There's a fine line between what we want and what we need




There is a fine line between what we want and what we need

Between fear and reverence is a very fine line.