He rests in the graveyard of Ivry
a suburb that always
looks like the day
the carnival comes down.
And perhaps only I
still know
that he was alive”.
Mots clés 2013 giuseppe-ungaretti
I have a billion what-ifs and no way forward.
Miranda KenneallyMots clés contemporary-romance 2013 contemporary-quotes
Human. Happiness. Death.
Everything becomes one pale
memory in the flow of time.
Spirit - always want the impossible and feel pain.
Memory - an attempt to find entirety in the endless parody
called human life.
Freedom, policy, power, sex, violence, destruction, war.
All extremes of ego are unconscious rebellion against death and loneliness.
When you realize, the meaning is lost.
I just want to believe:
when I die, I will flying like a bird... or like dream...
So long time has passed since those days, and since that story, which is still vivid in my memory, and even more vivid than all the rest. Some times I stay alone in my work - room here, in my father's old mansion in Pasadena, and I look through the old, yellow pages again and again. Then I go back to the north part which is furnished in my style, with many colored Bulgarian carpets and blankets (special kind of Bulgarian blankets with long fur), I make my coffee in a cooper coffee - pot, which has been brought from there, and my thoughts wonder to those absurd memories of mine...
Very often some friends ask me - what is that unusual memories of yours? I can't explain to them, better say I don't want to, and I always avoid the answer by saying - a la Bulgaro - in a Bulgarian way..."Oh, yes, yes"...
Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
Cassandra ClareMots clés goodbye to-live-by 2013
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
Cassandra ClareMots clés life goodbye magnus-bane william-herondale james-carstairs 2013
…I wonder what actually this hospital is, why I am in it and who I am. I have no time to find out. I die, with my arms stretched towards the spotlights.
Then whiteness.
My body is still there somewhere…
Buried in the extremely bright lights of empty hope.
Mots clés future fiction short-stories post-apocalyptic dystopian 2013
-This is really a very deep and maybe hopeless winter night – I say on me foolishly.
My fear hasn’t disappeared. This time however, I feel the slight cold from the snowflakes on my face and I am smiling.
Mots clés 2013
Real love is the shared loneliness".
Alexandar Tomov„Life is a beautiful denial to belief in death”.
Alexandar TomovMots clés life belief death 2013 quotes-2013
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