Repetitia

Zilele astea oamenii de langa mine au fost toleranti. Au auzit si au vazut de mai multe ori acelasi lucru. Nu le-a fost usor; unii au rezistat pana la capat. A fost un fel de test al prieteniei.

"There's got to be suffering in the world, else how we would be virtuous and feel compasion?"

Mi-am semi schimbat look-ul astazi.

"She found a deep sense of fitness in the fact that here, among people, they should be strangers; strangers and enemies. She thought , these people can think of many things he and I are to each other - except what we are."

Am avut o seara cu zambetul surorii dragi si rasetul nepotelului nazdravan.

"She whispered: There was a man talking with you out there today, and he was smiling of you, the fool, the terrible fool, last week he was looking at a pair of movie comedians and loving them, I wanted to tell that man: don't look at him, don't like him, you will have to hate the rest of the world. it's like that, you damn fool, one or the other, not together, not with the same eyes, don't look at him, don't like him."

O sa adorm cu un raspuns mai putin.

 Ghilimele sunt ale lui Ayn Rand.