But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn. It was as though the brakes were jammed, and heaven knows they were not, for my bicycle had no brakes. And suddenly overcome by a great wear...
And life in his mind gave him pleasure, such pleasure that pleasure was not the word.
All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me.
… all that matters is how to rise, for you are half out of your mind.
إني لا أغفر لأحد . وأتمنى للجميع حياة آثمة ، ثم نار جهنم وصقيعها . حتى يخرج اسم شريف من الأجيال اللعينة.
The churn of stale words in the heart againlove love love thud of the old plunger
Yes, I know they are words, there was a time I didn’t, as I still don’t know if they are mine.
Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false...
Use your head, can't you, use your head, you're on earth, there's no cure for that!
To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.
This should all be rewritten in the pluperfect.
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing...
The sweet creature! She would look it up in her big Dante when she got home. What a woman!
The inspection once completed it is usual to put everything carefully back in place as far as possible. It is enjoined by a certain ethics not to do unto others what coming from them might give offenc...
The fear of falling is the source of many a folly. It is a disaster. I suppose the wisest thing now is to live it over again, meditate upon it and be edified. It is thus that man distinguishes himself...
The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I,...
Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart.Estragon: Such is life.
One day I caught sight of my son. He was striding along with a briefcase under his arm. He took off his hat and bowed and I saw he was as bald as a coot. I was almost certain it was he. I turned round...
Nu cunosteam cantecul, nu-l auzisem niciodata inainte si nu-l voi mai auzi niciodata. Imi amintesc doar ca era vorba de niste lamai sau portocali, nu mai stiu precis, si pentru mine asta-i un succes,...
My time is limited. It is thence that one fine day, when all nature smiles and shines, the rack lets loose its black unforgettable cohorts and sweeps away the blue for ever. My situation is truly deli...