Anthony Hope: You wait for him here. I'll return with a coach in less than half an hour. Don't worry no one'll recognize you. You're safe now. Johanna: Safe? So we run away and then all our dreams come true? Anthony Hope: I hope so. Johanna: I've nev...
Shougo Kawada: [Noriko wakes up abruptly] You OK? Noriko Nakagawa: I had a dream... Shougo Kawada: What dream? Noriko Nakagawa: I was alone with Kitano on an empty riverbank. Shougo Kawada: Must've been scary. Noriko Nakagawa: But Kitano just seemed ...
Marriage I think For women Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt Their strength. So when the man...
210Suffering engenders passion; and while the prosperous blind themselves, or go to sleep, the hatred of the unfortunate classes kindles its torch at some sullen or ill-constituted mind, which is dreaming in a corner, and sets to work to examine soci...
Saying of the Prophet Women Women are the twin-halves of men.
Saying of the Prophet Sleep Sleep is the brother of death.
Dicho del Profeta Reflejo Los creyentes son espejos, unos para otros.
Distribuzione E’ Dio che dà, io sono solo un distributore.
Definitions from Mulla Do-Piaza Poverty: The result of marriage.
Definitions from Mulla Do-Piaza Patience: A support for the disappointed.
Because sugar is not arsenic, many graves are full.
Definiciones de Mulla Do-Piaza Paciencia: un soporte para los decepcionados.
Definiciones de Mulla Do-Piaza Drogas: fuente de la experiencia mística del ignorante.
Dicho del Profeta Dormir El sueño es el hermano de la muerte.
Please don't look for me. You won't find me.
In my dreams of this city I am always lost.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
It is not the dream of what you're feeling laziness, if not, the sleep of exhaustion.
Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.
For people with patience, time with a dog is a little slice of heaven.
We are what ballads are written of, what bards sing of. We are epic, you and I.
