"From the memoirs of your soul fly away MY THOUGHTS"

"From the memoirs of your soul fly away MY THOUGHTS"

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...... .... ... .. . . and walked away. And yet there was a moment before, breathable, with a beating heart in his chest. He went himself. To heaven, to hell to paradise, on the other side, a better existence, the worse reality ... goodbye. Died, he breathed his last, he fell asleep ... good night. Perhaps only now woke up? He got up, got dressed in the robes of eternity, and went on the freedom of the four walls of life. Well, good morning so. Welcome among the free and the survivors, beautiful and love themselves enslaved ... among the ideal human beings who are no longer a long time.Ingrid Bergman

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Once I wanted to release Christ ... I was sorry for him, he hung himself in an empty church, and only from time to time someone spoke to him. That someone was the church - an old man, who lit candles on the altar before the Mass, and then extinguish them. There is no eternally burning candles, there are no people living forever, and I love the smell of incense from escaping. Odarto the robes of Christ, crucified and hung on the wall in the church. Then he closed the door and ordered the children to be quiet, because it's "house of God." Christ has always sympathized with this home ... indeed, it is bigger, but I can laugh.Candice Bergen

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I also wanted to be muszka owocówka ... I always liked this Laspeyresia. Someone once said to me that it lives only one day ... man made a mistake unless the species flies, but the idea of a one-day life I liked. Urodziłabym as an adult individual has not I would have to go through all the periods of adolescence, first love, a nervous breakdown ... Wiedziałabym from the beginning that I would see only one sunrise and the only one of its west - only then doceniłabym this marvel, this magic. I would be only one day, then she would not be me. It is only the brevity of life ... and vanity at the same time. Laspeyresia - so it takes to realize the transience of beauty that surrounds us.Ethel Barrymore

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I live ... I live because I bleed. Dead do not bleed after all ... So alive. Blood, whose last full is everywhere - in movies, video games, the stadiums - and the storm comes in every man. In every vein, artery ... not necessarily in the mind of a murderer. Being driven by motor, the machine age. Contrary to what they say, is not blue ... Only the red - a bloody and enslaved by the body. In all meet the same task. Love her vampires, we suck mosquitoes. I do not like where escapes me at the wounding. I do not like when I take her to the test. Gasoline is my ... hard to lead life. Is a river ... Build on the dam and reverse its course, and you'll see what does the word "death".Tallulah Bankhead

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I'm dying to cure a disease called the suffering of existence. I do not believe, or believe ... in ourselves and in others, so ... in spite of everything I believe in man. The dreams turn into the Laspeyresia admiring his first and last sunset. Bleeding in order to live ...

... I want to live, so long as I can, do it. I wish you well this ...