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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketThe last school bell of the year rang in my ears like the finale of Gustav Mahler's Symphony no. 9, the most tedious, long-winded symphonic climax ever written. Free at last.
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes.Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes clichéd. And vice versa. Isn't it weird?
Farhad turned to me, burning me with the intensity of his gaze. "Leila, I want you to know. I'm going to be far away geographically, but I'm never far from you. You will always be with me, right here." He pressed his hand to his heart, turned swiftly, and left.
You must keep a sense of perspective. The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls. This is our true enemy, not the temporary darkness.
I think we need to discover goodness inside ourselves and hold on to it
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