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Therefore, with eyes fixed on the end destined for all,
count no one of the race of man happy
until he has crossed life's border free from pain.
Reklam
We men are wretched things, and the gods, who have no cares themselves, have woven sorrow into the very pattern of our lives.
For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on Mother Earth there is none so miserable as man.
...what is not connected with her to me? And what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree -filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day- I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women -my own features- mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
'It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer- but yours! How can I?'
Reklam