Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.
Clearly, I see it.I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there.A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.
Byly tam hvězdy.Pálily mě z nich oči.
But you'll come and get me if he wakes up, won't you? Just make something up. Scream out like I've done something wrong. Start swearing at me. Everyone will believe it, don't worry.
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
Big things are often just little things that people notice.
Belki kelimesi beni rahatsız etmeye başlamıştı çünkü sabit olan tek şey 'belkiler'in sonsuza dek benimle kalabilecek olmasıydı.
Because deep down you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.
As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.
And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.
Achilles.
A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTHI do not carry a sickle or scythe.I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold.And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance...
A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
Era una buena chica. Mantenía la boca cerrada allí donde iba. Llevaba el secreto enterrado muy adentro.
Небето е синьо днес, Макс, и има един голям дълъг облак, който се е разтегнал като въже. В единия му край слънцето е като жълта дупка...
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH*** I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a...
By the way—I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
That summer was a new beginning, a new end.When I look back, I remember my slippery hands of paint and the sound of Papa's feet on Munich Street, and I know that a small piece of the summer of 1942 be...