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It only gives her a headache!
I can crack nuts!
People are designed in such a way that they always look for the path of least resistance. This also applies to death. No one wants to die a long painful death. And no one wants to die a violent death. No one wants to be torn apart by something that neither flesh nor blood respects. Who can wish for such a thing? No, we all just want to sleep peacefully and not wake up.
I wanted to merge with her, to enter into her blood and flesh - and I could not.
Have you ever killed a person? Have any of your friends been killed? Have you seen how limbs are torn off from the explosion? Or have you heard bones break? Smell the rotting flesh? Have you watched your relatives being buried under the rubble of the house? Have you seen how the flesh of your relatives is smeared on the walls? Or tried to eat tree bark from wild hunger? Have you met those who called the enemies - non-humans to justify the murders? Those who were traumatized by the war, those who sobbed to the point of nausea with remorse, those who could not stand it and decided to commit suicide? It looks like you were never taught what war is at school.
Mokushla is my priceless one. My flesh and blood...
Quote Explanation: Maggie is known by the nickname Mo Chuisle (because of the inscription on the boxing robe given to her by Dunn). After an injury in the ring that led to paralysis, Maggie tries several times to commit suicide by biting her tongue. Doctors prevent suicide by exacerbating the patient's grave morale. One night, Dunn comes to her room and, before injecting Maggie with a lethal dose of adrenaline, explains to the girl the meaning of her nickname. Translated from the Gaelic mo cuishle means "my priceless" (literal translation - "my pulse").
Whoever wields this blade will receive eternal power. Just as a blade destroys flesh, power disfigures the soul.
When the inflamed mind of the author goes crazy - his soul and flesh rejoice!
I release shameful desires to freedom in order to take my mortal flesh to the castle.
its complete absence.
One helpful word can heal our flesh.
Like your son is fed on a woman's breast.
The sea perfectly ventilates the brain, heals the soul and excites the flesh.
To live with thoughts is the destiny of man. They are alive, like human flesh.
Where the Man ends, the human flesh conquers the mind!
