We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.
There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings....
Meggie dropped to her knees, scrambling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass blades where she thought the pearls might...
Maybe no great man is virtuous. Or good. Perhaps a man rich in those qualities by definition is barred from greatness.
Give a Greek enough rope and he'll hang everyone else in sight.
Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast,...
Cerība ir visnežēlīgākā pavadone, un reizēm otram vislabāk var palīdzēt, nogalinot viņā bezcerīgu cerību.
Age brought wisdom, but it also brought a genuine gratitude for the happiness of sharing life with someone as much liked as loved.
— Съмнявах се в себе си, Рейн. Винаги съм се съмнявала. И може би винаги ще се съмнявам. — О, херцхен, надявам се, че няма да е така. За мен никога не ще има друга. Само ти. Цял свят го знае от години...
The law should not be a huge and weighty slab which falls upon a man and squashes him into a uniform shape, for men are not uniform.
Suddenly the thought that the end of her life was imminent shocked him; it was one thing to pity someone he didn't know, quite another to face the same dilemma with someone he knew intimately. That wa...
He had always been her baby, her lovely little boy; though she had watched him change and grow with proprietary pride, she had done so with an image of laughing baby superimposed on his maturing face.
As separações são o que mais custa, Tim! É muito difícil aceitá-las, principalmente quando gostávamos dessa pessoa. A separação significa que depois disso nunca mais somos os mesmos, que perdemos qual...
Was war eigentlich Besonderes mit dem nächtlichen Himmel? Dass, wie von einer sonst verschlossenen Truhe, der blaue Deckel des Tages hochgeklappt worden war und der Mensch nun gleichsam einen Blick we...
There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it's life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves it's nest, it searches for a thorn tree,...
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Но да разбереш грешката си, не значи още, че можеш да я поправиш.
Wir verachten immer das, wovon es zuviel gibt. Hier draußen sind das die Schafe, aber in der Stadt sind es Menschen.
For the best is only brought at the cost of great pain. Or so says the legend.
The best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend