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You can drown with me.

And my pride does not allow me to hear: “NO.”

I didn't have enough strength.

The stone is firm in its decision to be on the ground, to be covered with grass on the face of the earth. Year after year, dying away, the past will cover the stone, and the past will grow with grass. No matter how hard the stone is, only grass is visible. Don't accidentally trip over a stone.

Who among you is without sin, be the first to throw a stone at her.

In their own way, they are already expanding the amplitude of the application of our forces.

Which of us father, when his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone?

A sower went out to sow his seed, and while he was sowing, some fell by the wayside and were trampled on, and the birds of the air pecked at him, and some fell on a stone, and came up and withered, because it had no moisture, and some fell between thorns, and thorns grew up and choked him; and another fell on good ground and, rising up, brought forth fruit a hundredfold.

People lie, saying that any right deed removes a heavy stone from the heart. More often it turns out to be the opposite: no matter how much you convince yourself that you did everything in good conscience and in truth, it doesn’t get any easier. And each time it's getting harder to breathe.

It is easier to break a stone than to dispel an illusion.

Opening your eyes and seeing yourself behind the counter of goods, looking at one point confidently, like a hungry bird in flight, looking outside the panoramic window, looking closely, you recognize the figure, but not the same as at the beginning, but smaller, in children's hands, and let you into the shop to yourself, with a smile and thinking..... Why was I afraid? Have I grown up?

Words are like a stone in flight, light in seconds, it flies silently, and when it hits, it penetrates into a quiet pool of conscious thoughts, where, like an elephant in a china shop, it destroys everything to the grain, and what has not broken will crack over time.

Lord Boremund was a stone - hard, strong and unshakable. And Lord Borros is the wind that howls and growls and blows here and there.

- His Serene Highness the Bishop of L'Aquila.