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And all my peaches - these dreams crumbled to dust.

Like a storm of dark wings flapping!

Being a woman is very difficult. This is the ability to put on makeup, and walk in heels, and fit into tight jeans from three years ago, and find the wisdom to smile at the moment when you want to take a bat and smash everything around to smithereens. And the secret is simple - it is in self-love and permission not to squeeze into the standards. We are all beautiful when we live the way our hearts desire.

This is a book written by a man who is dust and to dust he will return.

Blow this iron wall to dust!

Should (oh, barbarity!) turn into dust, turn into ashes?

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Faithful to her all the time.

This time it was Beethoven's jubilant song of joy; millions, as Nietzsche describes, reverently fell into the dust, the barriers of enmity were broken, separated by peace, united by the gospel of world harmony.

The world is sensitive to beauty: it pulls towards it, and then something wrong happens - and instead of admiring from a respectful distance, the world pounces, grabs, squeezes in its iron fingers and grinds to dust.

Man is half dust, half God.

The sweetest thing is that I have lost. I know, because one day I got what I really wanted. It was the only thing I longed for. And when I received it, it turned to dust right in my hands ... So one of his characters spoke, this is how he saw the world around him - tragic ... But you can also describe me. All his words were about me, until the very end. Or about us, but it doesn't matter ...

Ashes to ashes.