Будем счастливы, господа!
Вы можете стереть коленки в кровь, моля Бога о жаре в феврале. И сосульки вырастут на ваших, поднятых к небу руках. Замерзаешь – сожги в печи мебель, но встань с колен.
от истины еще никто не умирал. а вот ложь убьет вас в конце.

this isn't heaven, but it's near enough that a man might get confused from time to time.

It couldn't have been any better.
It couldn't have been any sweeter.
We couldn't have climbed any higher
if we'd been to the top of the world.


Love you more than I can stand

Come hell or high water

And despite the haunting visage played witness to in his sleep, he feels the panels of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, re-warm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night. You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life.

Dawn's here. That's all that matters

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

- Emily Dickinson

In my innermost dreams is the sigh of the pines and the soft siren song of the trails.

I had always known there would be a price to pay, I just didn't know how much it would hurt.

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