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In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parent who loses a child.

If you sit around and think how hot the fire's going to be, you'll never get into the thick of it.

Он говорил, что созвездия – это люди, которых очень любили.

Время – это иллюзия, оно совсем не такое, каким кажется.

... судьба – это глина, и ее форму можно изменить в любой момент. Но изменить можно только свое будущее, а не чье-то.

Никто не начинает войну – вернее, никому в здравом уме не следует этого делать, – не имея четкого представления о том, зачем нужна эта война и как ее вести.

Карол фон Клаузевиц. «О войне»

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

We're here today because there's a difference in our system of justice between what's legal and what's moral. Sometimes it's easy to tell them apart. But every now and then, especially when they rub up against each other, right sometimes looks wrong, and wrong sometimes looks right.

The really amazing thing about all this no matter what you believe, it took some doing to get from a point where there was nothing, to a point where all the right neurons fire and pop so that we can make decisions. More amazing is how even though that's become second nature, we all still manage to screw it up.

It is a remarkable question - do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?

Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you've got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off.

How does someone go from thinking that if he cannot rescue, he must destroy? And do you blame him, or do you blame the folks who should have told him otherwise?

It doesn't really matter how far you go; the point is that it's a world of possibility. Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

The thing about flame is that it's insidious—it sneaks, it licks, it looks over its shoulder and laughs. And fuck, it's beautiful. Like a sunset eating everything in its path.

For the first time in my life I begin to understand how a parent might hit a child—it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

Я никогда не понимала,почему говорят'потерять ребёнка'.Не бывает таких бестолковых родителей.Мы всегда знаем,где находятся наши сыновья и дочери.Мы только не всегда хотим,чтобы они там были.