I feel an army in my fist.
Nein, schwor er sich, diesmal musste er einen Ausweg finden. Sie durfte nicht sterben! Sie durfte nicht sterben! Und zum ersten Mal kam ihm der Gedanke, dass das Maß an Leid, das er ertragen konnte, eines Tages voll sein würde. Dass alles Eiswasser...
Support Imagination. Read a book.
Miss, I lack belly-timber sairly by the clock.
Memory is the basis of every journey.
Los siglos pasados tuvieron y siguen teniendo sus propios poderes que el "modernismo" no puede suprimir.
And people tended not to bother a woman with a book.
Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
I soaked up the drink and it, in return, absorbed me.
I like the way men cry. They're efficient.
There is no getting away from the past or from one’s destiny.
Feelings are invulnerable to rational thought.
Okupācija ir nenormāla situācija. Tās sekas vēl gadu desmitiem plosa atbrīvotās valsts cilvēkus, un "pareizie" vaino "nepareizos" piedzīvotajās nelaimēs un pastrādātajos noziegumos. [...] Latvija vienu pec otras pārdzīvoja trīs okupā...
Men are scumbags until they prove they're women.
It was an intensely lonely moment, like all of eighth grade condensed into one claustrophobic second.
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.” “You’re not leaving.” “And you’re not stopping me.
Everyone has a head but not everyone get ahead
[E]very journey is played out between standstill and flight.
Tem muita gente piruá neste planeta. Gente que não reage ao calor, que não desabrocha. Fica ali, duro, triste e inútil pro resto da vida. Não cumpre sua sina de revelar-se, de transformar-se em algo melhor. Não vira pipoca, mantém-se piruá. E...
O que eu queria era testar minha capacidade de ficar extasiada sem estímulo prévio. Descobrir se ainda consigo destacar o raro sem que ninguém me anuncie.
P-p-p-please, don’t cast me out
