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She'd become with time mere living matter in its primary form. great to ahead and be unhappy and feel sorry for herself.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking:
"For God's sake, where is God?"
And from within me, I heard a voice answer:
"Where He is ? This is where- hanging here from this gallows..."

The student of Talmund, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me. My soul had been invaded - and devoured- by a black flame.

What if the wretched fellow did fondle me, he would be alive right now, and my body would be no different from what it is now, Think no more about it, rest try to sleep.

He was a sergeant, but not the same one as before, What do you want, he shouted, We need a shovel or spade. There is no such thing here, on your way. We must bury the corpse., Don't bother about any burial, leave it there to rot, If we simply leave it lying there, the air will be infected, Then let it be infected and much good may it do you, Air circulates and moves around as much here as there.

"I guess it's supposed to be fair, or something. I can fly now. I have wings and stuff, see. You have nothing, 'cause you're nothing."

"Black Friday is a special case; we are still a hub of customer care and interpersonal cohesiveness," mall management said in a mall-wide memo. As if caring about people is something you can turn on and off.

I try to be proud and look up. I feel a boom and a hurt under my eye. I fall. The table laughs. I see that John has punched me to say I am officially not welcome.

At night hunger and I cuddled together. I'd fall asleep thinking one day I would change everything.

Curious, this feeling that came over me that such details would be more intolerable than those heads drying on the stakes under Mr. Kurtz's windows. After all, that was only a savage sight, while I seemed at one bound to have been transported into some lightless region of subtle horrors, where pure, uncomplicated savagery was a positive relief, being something that had a right to exist- obviously- in the sunshine.

I don't like work- no man does- but I like what is in the work- the chance to find yourself. Your own reality- for yourself, not for others- what no other man ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

In the immutability of their surroundings, the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.

There was no need to respond, for the question already smashed with a single blow his rock solid resolve and any efforts to find words would have been useless, for the lurking awareness that he had committed a wring that
"possibly not even God could forgive" was merely obvious now, and incontrovertible, like some long-withheld judgement.

He knew there was no one with whom he could share his burden, for who would understand the train of thoughts that led from his nightmare to this realization ("I must deliver justice"), and in any case he understood that a game warden who feels pity for noxious predators was inconceivable.

....it was not only the proud hunter who stood there, visibly swelling with pride and pointing out his prey, but it was as if pride emanated equally from both of them, from hunter and hunted....

When for the final time I confess to you all those tender respects, my heart's wild roses, floating moods, my bygone life's aerial smoke rings, song-filled reveries, the butterflies hovering around my head; bellowing woes, deathwatch beetle-like, gnawing torments and ethereal fluttery humors that rose and fell during my days like two lovers on a swing.....

All the way home he wondered whether the two ladies would confide to each other what they prayed for at the Mariapocs church...."Ah, women" he sighed, and concluded that life was no longer worth living.

"how many women's heavenly salvation have you git weighing on your conscience?"

This journey revealed that Pistoli had not had had more lovers than any other man who had spent his life in this sunflowery, tranquil, impassive land crisscrossed by highways.

"They made me love and desire the live ones. I began to search for their imaginary scents and ungraspable limbs. But in real life I never found the salvation promised by the imagined figure.-"

Each human life possesses certain sensitivities, dove-pecked injuries, that are never noted by the casual observer, like invisible cracks in amber.

I am the shadow that remains after she disappeared. For where do they go, the shadows of folks who have gone underground? They must live on somehow. So maybe fate will deal me a merciful death.

...Ah, the most tender thoughts in a man's brain cannot equal the sentimentality of a benevolent woman...Why, such a woman will tell a lie only (by her silence or absence) when she wishes to spare a man the greatest torment,

The older man thoroughly despised whiny, jittery, loud and insolent card-players who were incapable of concealing their jubilation or disappointment. Why, back in his days as a celebrated player, he and his confreres would wager entire fortunes without batting an eyelid, and lose without complaint !

"I know you're truly dead, you've taken your leave solemnly and ceremoniously, closed your eyes forever without any theatrics or falsehood, and you wouldn't protest if we laid you under ten tons of dos. Still I beg you, won't you come back, for I simply cannot go on without you......"

The wisdom of books, the dust of sunsets, the puppy like energy of the morning hours, had all faded away like used up toys of childhood.

I don't need anything anymore. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

Misia reluctantly handed him a bag of peas. Pawel scattered the peas in a corner of the room and told his daughter to kneel down on them. Adelka knelt down, and there was a short silence. She could feel everyone looking at her. She thought she was going to die now.

When He created man, He came to know to His sense- such an impression did he make on Him. So he stopped creating the world any further- for could there have been anything more perfect? - and now, in His divine time, He admired His own work. The deeper God's vision reached into human inside, the more ardently God's love for man intensified.
But man proved ungrateful....

It was always warm and soft in the forest, like in the velvet lined box where Michal's medal was kept. Wherever you lay down, the bed of pine needles on the forest floor would sag gently, making a hollow that fitted the body perfectly. Above was the sky, overtopped by the tips of pine trees. It was fragrant.