I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death; a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream.

Even though 'Prequelle' is a record about death, essentially, it's a record about survival, and I think that that is something that's gone through all the records. Even back to 'Opus Eponymous,' there was a double meaning to things that doesn't necessarily have to do with evil sermons out of some old grimoire somewhere how to summon the devil.

Although you may spend your life killing, You will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger, your real enemy will be slain.

Se puede vivir sin leer, es cierto: pero tambi?n se puede vivir sin amar: el argumento hace aguas como una balsa capitaneada por ratas... S?lo quien ha estado enamorado sabe lo que el amor regala y quita: s?lo quien ha le?do sabe si la vida merece la pena de ser vivida sin la conciencia de aquellos hombres y mujeres que nos han escrito mil veces antes de que naci?ramos. Y que nadie se sonr?a ante estas l?neas. Por una vez, y sin que sirva de precedente, han sido escritas s?lo desde la emoci?n.

Quella vita ch'? una cosa bella, non ? la vita che si conosce, ma quella che non si conosce; non la vita passata, ma la futura. Coll'anno nuovo, il caso incomincer? a trattar bene voi e me e tutti gli altri, e si principier? la vita felice. Non ? vero?

Finnik?" I say. "Maybe some pants?"?He looks down at his legs as if noticing them for the first time. Then he whips of his hospital gown, leaving him in just is underwear. "Why? Do you find this"-he strikes a ridiculously proactive pose-"distracting?"?I can't help laughing because it's funny, and it's extra funny because Boggs looks so uncomfortable, and I'm happy because Finnik actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.?"I'm only human, Odair." I get in before the elevator doors close. "Sorry," I say to Boggs.?"Don't be. I thought you? handled that well," He says. "Better than my having to arrest him, anyway.

Muchos a?os despu?s, frente al pelot?n de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buend?a hab?a de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llev? a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y ca?abrava construidas a la orilla de un r?o de aguas di?fanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehist?ricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carec?an de nombre, y para mencionarlas hab?a que se?alarlas con el dedo".

I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream.

Although you may spend your life killing You will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger your real enemy will be slain.