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We all feel despair, all of us who walk down the street, enter or leave a store, with wet shoulders, hunched over, everyone who saw her but pretended not to see her, everyone who frowned, and that’s all (although on this damp day there were not too many of them) who, passing, put their hand into a pocket or purse, we all experience it, she thought, in this vale of tears we feel the weight of the low sky, indifferent rain and damp depths of endless winter, the sour smell of the vestibule , the sulphurous breath of the subway, copper coins, the cold that gets under your clothes and devastates your insides.

Ever since he was sixteen, women have taken their breath away at the mere sight of his thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes framed by black lashes. Even if he were bald and lost all his teeth, beautiful eyes would do their job until old age.

I know that something is coming, but my thoughts are one thing: will I make it? 'Cause I can barely breathe.

Do you know what to do to avoid drowning? Hold your breath and wait calmly, then your body will slowly sink, and soon you will find the bottom, then you need to push off from it and swim to the surface. You can fight and end up drowning, or you can wait until you can push off to swim up. You make your own choice!

Perhaps this is what the breath of death did to the soul - it made you appreciate small joys.

and I want to hold my breath, waiting for the Miracle.

like life itself, with its impulses.

• Give women attention - she will give you her tenderness.

pouring out a majestic and harmonious melody.

A warm calm thickened around me, as if I had returned to the womb, where my only concern was breathing. In the womb I was a particle of God, the one of the three that is born and dies; a seed that will become a tree and feed others with its fruits. There, in the womb, I was not afraid to live, but then I passed through a narrow opening and fell into human hands - they taught me to be afraid of life.

People perceive the world so linear, you live, grow old, die. But the universe is much more extensive than you might imagine. History is not linear simply because it seems to you to be. She is alive and changing with numerous ebb and flow. History is more than a body of facts and is far more fragile than it seems. Of course there are fixed points, yes. He paused for a moment to catch his breath - things that should happen, and that should happen and always happens. It is those events that cannot change themselves and cannot be changed. Everything else ... the story is flexible, Rory.

I recall late November, Holding my breath, slowly I said, "You don't need to save me, But would you run away with me?" Yes.

“Sometimes it seems like you’re reflected in one of those crooked mirrors,” Clara said.

“Sometimes it seems like you’re reflected in one of those crooked mirrors,” Clara said.