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Being yourself is hard work!
In search of the sky, endlessly stain the ceiling area.
It’s strange, this is what came to my mind: a person who doesn’t nurture his stories while he lives, so that they will survive him later, will most likely be lost not only for the whole story, but also for the family to whom he could pass them on. Of course, such is the fate of the majority, when whole lives - even the most striking and remarkable - shrink to the gloomy blackened inscriptions on a dried family tree: half a date and an interrogative dangling nearby
The time of our earthly life is priceless: at this time we decide our eternal fate.
- We pushed him into a hole and threw earth, he was still alive, and I thought: is this the fate of kings? In the morning he is the ruler of people, second after God. And in the evening he is left with mutilated flesh and shattered bones, and he suffocates from the dirt in his mouth. Is this a royal fate? ..
Quote Explanation: about Richard III and his defeat at the Battle of Bosworth.
Perhaps you have heard the tale of the dead man? This dead man was waiting in the afterlife for the Lord to decide his fate. I waited a year, ten years, a hundred years. Then he began to beg to finally decide his fate. He could no longer bear this expectation. They answered him: "What are you actually waiting for, you have been in hell for a long time." Here it is, hell - a stupid waiting for no one knows what.
The same fate - the fate of oblivion - befell his poor mother and sisters. At first, he longed for them greatly and longed to see them, but then one thought that one fine day they might come to him in their dirty rags, betray him with their kisses and push him from a height into the old mud and bitter poverty - one the thought thrilled him. In the end, this memory also ceased to bother his soul.
Harry! Use your magic gift - save me from this terrible fate!
Than the fate to seek inspiration.
The worst thing in the underworld to understand that her gates are only entrance.
We all have crosses in life... someone cross harder, some- easier.
Of death and love, no one will disappear.
