When we fail our pride supports us and when we succeed, it betrays us. >>
Time; that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities. >>
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As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's dea >>
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Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your >>
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.