Вышел из развалин в сером полумраке, остановился, вдруг ясно осознал суть этого мира: неумолимое холодное движение планеты; Земля погибла, не оставив наследников; безжалостная темнота; слепые псы солн...
¿Qué harías si yo muriera? / Si tú murieras yo también querría morirme / ¿Para poder estar conmigo? / Sí. Para poder estar contigo / Vale
They rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them...
Loggia.
Guess he said cattle could tell the difference between a flight of geese and a cat on fire. Maybe
Your kinda weirded out, ain't ya?
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said.The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No, he said. I don't. I think people are the same from the day God first made one.
You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
You call forth the world which God has formed and that world only. Nor is this life of yours by which you set such store your doing, however you may choose to tell it. Its shape was forced in the void...
Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.
White: Well you surprise me. And you've come to what conclusions?Black: I aint. I'm still thinkin.White: Yes. Well, I'm not.Black: Things can change.White: No they cant.Black: You could be wrong.White...
Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacit...
When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
When he was gone the men on the bench began to laugh. One of them rose to better see the map. Es un fantasma, he said. Fantasma? Sí, sí. Claro. Cómo? Cómo? Porque el viejo está loco es como. Loco?Bill...
What would you do if I died?If you died I would want to die too.So you could be with me?Yes. So I could be with you.Okay.
What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted a...
They were in good spirits, scrubbed and combed, clean shirts all. Each foreseeing a night of drink, perhaps of love. How many youths have come home cold and dead from just such nights and just such pl...