Nothing in our life is stuck for it ... 
but everything is incomplete without it .?
Nothing in our life is stuck for it ... 
but everything is incomplete without it.

His voice was low, charged with unspeakable adjectives.

There have been times recently, since the begining of our troubles, when the site of David awake active, conscious, walking and talking has made me want to retch, so acute is my loathing of him.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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