2016年08月04日 16:33
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It is quite clear that he did not eat them all at once, but in a space of fifteen or twenty years: from that point of view the thing is comprehensible and natural..."
"Natural?"
"And natural," repeated Lebedeff with pedantic obstinacy Ergonomic Furniture. "Besides, a Catholic monk is by nature excessively curious; it would be quite easy therefore to entice him into a wood, or some secret place, on false pretences, and there to deal with him as said. But I do not dispute in the least that the number of persons consumed appears to denote a spice of greediness."
"It is perhaps true, gentlemen," said the prince, quietly. He had been listening in silence up to that moment without taking part in the conversation, but laughing heartily with the others from time to time. Evidently he was delighted to see that everybody was amused, that everybody was talking at once, and even that everybody was drinking. It seemed as if he were not intending to speak at all,when suddenly he intervened in such a serious voice that everyone looked at him with interest.
"It is true that there were frequent famines at that time, gentlemen. I have often heard of them, though I do not know much history. But it seems to me that it must have been so. When I was in Switzerland I used to look with astonishment at the many ruins of feudal castles perched on the top of steep and rocky heights, half a mile at least above sea-level, so that to reach them one had to climb many miles of stony tracks. A castle, as you know, is, a kind of mountain of stones--a dreadful, almost an impossible, labour! Doubtless the builders were all poor men, vassals, and had to pay heavy taxes, and to keep up the priesthood. How, then, could they provide for themselves, and when had they time to plough and sow their fields? The greater number must, literally, have died of starvation. I have sometimes asked myself how it was that these communities were not utterly swept off the face of the earth, and how they could possibly survive. Lebedeff is not mistaken, in my opinion, when he says that there were cannibals in those days, perhaps in considerable numbers; but I do not understand why he should have dragged in the monks business start up hong kong."
"It is undoubtedly because, in the twelfth century, monks were the only people one could eat; they were the fat, among many lean," said Gavrila Ardalionovitch.
"A brilliant idea, and most true!" cried Lebedeff, "for he never even touched the laity. Sixty monks, and not a single layman! It is a terrible idea, but it is historic, it is statistic; it is indeed one of those facts which enables an intelligent historian to reconstruct the physiognomy of a special epoch, for it brings out this further point with mathematical accuracy, that the clergy were in those days sixty times richer and more flourishing than the rest of humanity. and perhaps sixty times fatter also..."
"You are exaggerating, you are exaggerating, Lebedeff!" cried his hearers, amid laughter.
"I admit that it is an historic thought, but what is your conclusion?" asked the prince.
He spoke so seriously in addressing Lebedeff, that his tone contrasted quite comically with that of the others. They were very nearly laughing at him, too, but he did not notice it foldable bike.
"Natural?"
"And natural," repeated Lebedeff with pedantic obstinacy Ergonomic Furniture. "Besides, a Catholic monk is by nature excessively curious; it would be quite easy therefore to entice him into a wood, or some secret place, on false pretences, and there to deal with him as said. But I do not dispute in the least that the number of persons consumed appears to denote a spice of greediness."
"It is perhaps true, gentlemen," said the prince, quietly. He had been listening in silence up to that moment without taking part in the conversation, but laughing heartily with the others from time to time. Evidently he was delighted to see that everybody was amused, that everybody was talking at once, and even that everybody was drinking. It seemed as if he were not intending to speak at all,when suddenly he intervened in such a serious voice that everyone looked at him with interest.
"It is true that there were frequent famines at that time, gentlemen. I have often heard of them, though I do not know much history. But it seems to me that it must have been so. When I was in Switzerland I used to look with astonishment at the many ruins of feudal castles perched on the top of steep and rocky heights, half a mile at least above sea-level, so that to reach them one had to climb many miles of stony tracks. A castle, as you know, is, a kind of mountain of stones--a dreadful, almost an impossible, labour! Doubtless the builders were all poor men, vassals, and had to pay heavy taxes, and to keep up the priesthood. How, then, could they provide for themselves, and when had they time to plough and sow their fields? The greater number must, literally, have died of starvation. I have sometimes asked myself how it was that these communities were not utterly swept off the face of the earth, and how they could possibly survive. Lebedeff is not mistaken, in my opinion, when he says that there were cannibals in those days, perhaps in considerable numbers; but I do not understand why he should have dragged in the monks business start up hong kong."
"It is undoubtedly because, in the twelfth century, monks were the only people one could eat; they were the fat, among many lean," said Gavrila Ardalionovitch.
"A brilliant idea, and most true!" cried Lebedeff, "for he never even touched the laity. Sixty monks, and not a single layman! It is a terrible idea, but it is historic, it is statistic; it is indeed one of those facts which enables an intelligent historian to reconstruct the physiognomy of a special epoch, for it brings out this further point with mathematical accuracy, that the clergy were in those days sixty times richer and more flourishing than the rest of humanity. and perhaps sixty times fatter also..."
"You are exaggerating, you are exaggerating, Lebedeff!" cried his hearers, amid laughter.
"I admit that it is an historic thought, but what is your conclusion?" asked the prince.
He spoke so seriously in addressing Lebedeff, that his tone contrasted quite comically with that of the others. They were very nearly laughing at him, too, but he did not notice it foldable bike.
2016年07月27日 17:34
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If you do not turn those dreadful people out of the house this very instant, I shall hate you all my life--all my life!" It was Aglaya. She seemed almost in a frenzy, but she turned away before the prince could look at her. However, there was no one left to turn out of the house, for they had managed meanwhile to get Hippolyte into the cab, and it had dri Ivan Fedorovitch? What do you think Panerai hk? Shall I soon be delivered from these odious youths?"
"My dear, I am quite ready; naturally ... the prince."
Ivan Fedorovitch held out his hand to Muishkin, but ran after his wife, who was leaving with every sign of violent indignation, before he had time to shake it. Adelaida, her fiance, and Alexandra, said good-bye to their host with sincere friendliness. Evgenie Pavlovitch did the same, and he alone seemed in good spirits.
"What I expected has happened! But I am sorry, you poor fellow, that you should have had to suffer for it," he murmured, with a most charming smile.
Aglaya left without saying good-bye. But the evening was not to end without a last adventure. An unexpected meeting was yet in store for Lizabetha Prokofievna.
She had scarcely descended the terrace steps leading to the high road that skirts the park at Pavlofsk, when suddenly there dashed by a smart open carriage, drawn by a pair of beautiful white horses. Having passed some ten yards beyond the house, the carriage suddenly drew up, and one of the two ladies seated in it turned sharp round as though she had just caught sight of some acquaintance whom she particularly wished to see hk company formation.
"Evgenie Pavlovitch! Is that you?" cried a clear, sweet voice, which caused the prince, and perhaps someone else, to tremble. "Well, I AM glad I've found you at last! I've sent to town for you twice today myself! My messengers have been searching for you everywhere!"
Evgenie Pavlovitch stood on the steps like one struck by lightning. Mrs. Epanchin stood still too, but not with the petrified expression of Evgenie. She gazed haughtily at the audacious person who had addressed her companion, and then turned a look of astonishment upon Evgenie himself.
"There's news!" continued the clear voice. "You need not be anxious about Kupferof's IOU's--Rogojin has bought them up. I persuaded him to!--I dare say we shall settle Biscup too, so it's all right, you see! Au revoir, tomorrow! And don't worry!" The carriage moved on, and disappeared.
"The woman's mad!" cried Evgenie, at last, crimson with anger, and looking confusedly around. "I don't know what she's talking about! What IOU's? Who is she?" Mrs. Epanchin continued to watch his face for a couple of seconds; then she marched briskly and haughtily away towards her own house, the rest following her.
A minute afterwards, Evgenie Pavlovitch reappeared on the terrace, in great agitation.
"Prince," he said, "tell me the truth; do you know what all this means ego one?"
"I know nothing whatever about it!" replied the latter, who was, himself, in a state of nervous excitement.
"My dear, I am quite ready; naturally ... the prince."
Ivan Fedorovitch held out his hand to Muishkin, but ran after his wife, who was leaving with every sign of violent indignation, before he had time to shake it. Adelaida, her fiance, and Alexandra, said good-bye to their host with sincere friendliness. Evgenie Pavlovitch did the same, and he alone seemed in good spirits.
"What I expected has happened! But I am sorry, you poor fellow, that you should have had to suffer for it," he murmured, with a most charming smile.
Aglaya left without saying good-bye. But the evening was not to end without a last adventure. An unexpected meeting was yet in store for Lizabetha Prokofievna.
She had scarcely descended the terrace steps leading to the high road that skirts the park at Pavlofsk, when suddenly there dashed by a smart open carriage, drawn by a pair of beautiful white horses. Having passed some ten yards beyond the house, the carriage suddenly drew up, and one of the two ladies seated in it turned sharp round as though she had just caught sight of some acquaintance whom she particularly wished to see hk company formation.
"Evgenie Pavlovitch! Is that you?" cried a clear, sweet voice, which caused the prince, and perhaps someone else, to tremble. "Well, I AM glad I've found you at last! I've sent to town for you twice today myself! My messengers have been searching for you everywhere!"
Evgenie Pavlovitch stood on the steps like one struck by lightning. Mrs. Epanchin stood still too, but not with the petrified expression of Evgenie. She gazed haughtily at the audacious person who had addressed her companion, and then turned a look of astonishment upon Evgenie himself.
"There's news!" continued the clear voice. "You need not be anxious about Kupferof's IOU's--Rogojin has bought them up. I persuaded him to!--I dare say we shall settle Biscup too, so it's all right, you see! Au revoir, tomorrow! And don't worry!" The carriage moved on, and disappeared.
"The woman's mad!" cried Evgenie, at last, crimson with anger, and looking confusedly around. "I don't know what she's talking about! What IOU's? Who is she?" Mrs. Epanchin continued to watch his face for a couple of seconds; then she marched briskly and haughtily away towards her own house, the rest following her.
A minute afterwards, Evgenie Pavlovitch reappeared on the terrace, in great agitation.
"Prince," he said, "tell me the truth; do you know what all this means ego one?"
"I know nothing whatever about it!" replied the latter, who was, himself, in a state of nervous excitement.
2016年06月01日 17:11
He did! In this manner., Geraldine, a semi-fictional Irishman--the wild sort with a genteel brogue and 'reddish hair.' He was exiled from Erin in the late days of chivalry and, of course, crossed over to France. Now the Chevalier O'Keefe, Geraldine, had, like me, one weakness. He was enormously susceptible to all sorts and conditions of women. Besides being a sentimentalist he was a romantic, a vain fellow, a man of wild passions, a little blind in one eye and almost stone-blind in the other. Now a male roaming the world in this condition is as helpless as a lion without teeth, and in consequence the Chevalier was made utterly miserable for twenty years by a series of women who hated him, used him, bored him, aggravated him, sickened him, spent his money, made a fool of him--in brief, as the world has it, loved him.
"This was bad, Geraldine, and as the Chevalier, save for this one weakness, this exceeding susceptibility, was a man of penetration, he decided that he would rescue himself once and for all from these drains upon him. With this purpose he went to a very famous monastery in Champagne called--well, anachronistically known as St. Voltaire's. It was the rule at St. Voltaire's that no monk could descend to the ground story of the monastery so long as he lived, but should exist engaged in prayer and contemplation in one of the four towers, which were called after the four commandments of the monastery rule: poverty, Chastity, Obedience, and Silence.
"When the day came that was to witness the Chevalier's farewell to the world he was utterly happy. He gave all his Greek books to his landlady, and his sword he sent in a golden sheath to the King of France, and all his mementos of Ireland he gave to the young Huguenot who sold fish in the street where he lived reenex.
"Then he rode out to St. Voltaire's, slew his horse at the door, and presented the carcass to the monastery cook.
"At five o'clock that night he felt, for the first time, free--forever free from sex. No woman could enter the monastery; no monk could descend below the second story. So as he climbed the winding stair that led to his cell at the very top of the Tower of Chastity he paused for a moment by an open window which looked down fifty feet on to a road below. It was all so beautiful, he thought, this world that he was leaving, the golden shower of sun beating down upon the long fields, the spray of trees in the distance, the vineyards, quiet and green, freshening wide miles before him. He leaned his elbows on the window casement and gazed at the winding road.
"Now, as it happened, Thérèse, a peasant girl of sixteen from a neighboring village, was at that moment passing along this same road that ran in front of the monastery. Five minutes before, the little piece of ribbon which held up the stocking on her pretty left leg had worn through and broken. Being a girl of rare modesty she had thought to wait until she arrived home before repairing it, but it had bothered her to such an extent that she felt she could endure it no longer. So, as she passed the Tower of Chastity, she stopped and with a pretty gesture lifted her skirt--as little as possible, be it said to her credit--to adjust her garter.
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He did! In this manner., Geraldine, a semi-fictional Irishman--the wild sort with a genteel brogue and 'reddish hair.' He was exiled from Erin in the late days of chivalry and, of course, crossed over to France. Now the Chevalier O'Keefe, Geraldine, had, like me, one weakness. He was enormously susceptible to all sorts and conditions of women. Besides being a sentimentalist he was a romantic, a vain fellow, a man of wild passions, a little blind in one eye and almost stone-blind in the other. Now a male roaming the world in this condition is as helpless as a lion without teeth, and in consequence the Chevalier was made utterly miserable for twenty years by a series of women who hated him, used him, bored him, aggravated him, sickened him, spent his money, made a fool of him--in brief, as the world has it, loved him.
"This was bad, Geraldine, and as the Chevalier, save for this one weakness, this exceeding susceptibility, was a man of penetration, he decided that he would rescue himself once and for all from these drains upon him. With this purpose he went to a very famous monastery in Champagne called--well, anachronistically known as St. Voltaire's. It was the rule at St. Voltaire's that no monk could descend to the ground story of the monastery so long as he lived, but should exist engaged in prayer and contemplation in one of the four towers, which were called after the four commandments of the monastery rule: poverty, Chastity, Obedience, and Silence.
"When the day came that was to witness the Chevalier's farewell to the world he was utterly happy. He gave all his Greek books to his landlady, and his sword he sent in a golden sheath to the King of France, and all his mementos of Ireland he gave to the young Huguenot who sold fish in the street where he lived reenex.
"Then he rode out to St. Voltaire's, slew his horse at the door, and presented the carcass to the monastery cook.
"At five o'clock that night he felt, for the first time, free--forever free from sex. No woman could enter the monastery; no monk could descend below the second story. So as he climbed the winding stair that led to his cell at the very top of the Tower of Chastity he paused for a moment by an open window which looked down fifty feet on to a road below. It was all so beautiful, he thought, this world that he was leaving, the golden shower of sun beating down upon the long fields, the spray of trees in the distance, the vineyards, quiet and green, freshening wide miles before him. He leaned his elbows on the window casement and gazed at the winding road.
"Now, as it happened, Thérèse, a peasant girl of sixteen from a neighboring village, was at that moment passing along this same road that ran in front of the monastery. Five minutes before, the little piece of ribbon which held up the stocking on her pretty left leg had worn through and broken. Being a girl of rare modesty she had thought to wait until she arrived home before repairing it, but it had bothered her to such an extent that she felt she could endure it no longer. So, as she passed the Tower of Chastity, she stopped and with a pretty gesture lifted her skirt--as little as possible, be it said to her credit--to adjust her garter.
2016年05月20日 16:46
Four weeks' torture, tossing, and sickness 1064 laser facial! Oh! these bleak winds and bitter northern skies, and impassable roads, and dilatory country surgeons! And, oh, this dearth of the human physiognomy! and, worse than all, the terrible intimation of Kenneth that I need not expect to be out of doors till spring!
Mr Heathcliff has just honoured me with a calls About seven days ago he sent me a brace of grouse--the last of the season. Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine; and that I had a great mind to tell him. But, alas! how could I offend a man who was charitable enough to sit at my bedside a good hour, and talk on some other subject than pills and draughts, blisters and leeches? This is quite an easy interval. I am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting. Why not have up Mrs Dean to finish her tale? I can recollect its chief incidents as far as she had gone. Yes: I remember her hero had run off, and never been heard of for three years; and the heroine was married. I'll ring: she'll be delighted to find me capable of talking cheerfully. Mrs Dean came.
`It wants twenty minutes, sir, to taking the medicine,' she commenced.
`Away, away with it!' I replied indoor swimming pool island east; `I desire to have---'
`The doctor says you must drop the powders.'
`With all my heart! Don't interrupt me. Come and take your seat here. Keep your fingers from that bitter phalanx of vials. Draw your knitting out of your pocket--that will do--now continue the history of Mr Heathcliff, from where you left off, to the present day. Did he finish his education on the Continent, and come back a gentleman? or. did he get a sizar's place at college, or escape to America, and earn honours by drawing blood from his foster-country? or make a fortune more promptly on the English highways?'
`He may have done a little in all these vocations, Mr Lockwood; but I couldn't give my word for any. I stated before that I didn't know how he gained his money; neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk: but, with your leave, I'll proceed in my own fashion, if you think it will amuse and not weary you. Are you feeling better this morning open a company in hong kong?'
A charming introduction to a hermit's life≫
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Four weeks' torture, tossing, and sickness 1064 laser facial! Oh! these bleak winds and bitter northern skies, and impassable roads, and dilatory country surgeons! And, oh, this dearth of the human physiognomy! and, worse than all, the terrible intimation of Kenneth that I need not expect to be out of doors till spring!
Mr Heathcliff has just honoured me with a calls About seven days ago he sent me a brace of grouse--the last of the season. Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine; and that I had a great mind to tell him. But, alas! how could I offend a man who was charitable enough to sit at my bedside a good hour, and talk on some other subject than pills and draughts, blisters and leeches? This is quite an easy interval. I am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting. Why not have up Mrs Dean to finish her tale? I can recollect its chief incidents as far as she had gone. Yes: I remember her hero had run off, and never been heard of for three years; and the heroine was married. I'll ring: she'll be delighted to find me capable of talking cheerfully. Mrs Dean came.
`It wants twenty minutes, sir, to taking the medicine,' she commenced.
`Away, away with it!' I replied indoor swimming pool island east; `I desire to have---'
`The doctor says you must drop the powders.'
`With all my heart! Don't interrupt me. Come and take your seat here. Keep your fingers from that bitter phalanx of vials. Draw your knitting out of your pocket--that will do--now continue the history of Mr Heathcliff, from where you left off, to the present day. Did he finish his education on the Continent, and come back a gentleman? or. did he get a sizar's place at college, or escape to America, and earn honours by drawing blood from his foster-country? or make a fortune more promptly on the English highways?'
`He may have done a little in all these vocations, Mr Lockwood; but I couldn't give my word for any. I stated before that I didn't know how he gained his money; neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk: but, with your leave, I'll proceed in my own fashion, if you think it will amuse and not weary you. Are you feeling better this morning open a company in hong kong?'
2016年04月22日 17:25
But I won't allow that nuskin, seeing that it would never suit my case, as I have made an indifferent, not to say a bad, use of both advantages. Leaving superiority out of the question, then, you must still agree to receive my orders now and then, without being piqued or hurt by the tone of command. Will you?'
I smiled: I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar- he seems to forget that he pays me L30 per annum for receiving his orders.
'The smile is very well,' said he, catching instantly the passing expression; 'but speak too.'
'I was thinking, sir, that very few masters would trouble themselves to inquire whether or not their paid subordinates were piqued and hurt by their orders.'
'paid subordinates! What! you are my paid subordinate, are you?
Oh yes, I had forgotten the salary Conference organisers! Well then, on that mercenary ground, will you agree to let me hector a little?'
'No, sir, not on that ground; but, on the ground that you did forget it, and that you care whether or not a dependant is comfortable in his dependency, I agree heartily.'
'And will you consent to dispense with a great many conventional forms and phrases, without thinking that the omission arises from insolence?'
'I am sure, sir, I should never mistake informality for insolence: one I rather like, the other nothing free-born would submit to, even for a salary.'
'Humbug! Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself, and don't venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant. However, I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy; and as much for the manner in which it was said, as for the substance of the speech; the manner was frank and sincere; one does not often see such a manner: no, on the contrary, affectation, or coldness, or stupid, coarse-minded misapprehension of one's meaning are the usual rewards of candour. Not three in three thousand raw school-girl-governesses would have answered me as you have just done. But I don't mean to flatter you: if you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it. And then, after all, I go too fast in my conclusions: for what I yet know, you may be no better than the rest; you may have intolerable defects to counterbalance your few good points hong kong company registry.'
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But I won't allow that nuskin, seeing that it would never suit my case, as I have made an indifferent, not to say a bad, use of both advantages. Leaving superiority out of the question, then, you must still agree to receive my orders now and then, without being piqued or hurt by the tone of command. Will you?'
I smiled: I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar- he seems to forget that he pays me L30 per annum for receiving his orders.
'The smile is very well,' said he, catching instantly the passing expression; 'but speak too.'
'I was thinking, sir, that very few masters would trouble themselves to inquire whether or not their paid subordinates were piqued and hurt by their orders.'
'paid subordinates! What! you are my paid subordinate, are you?
Oh yes, I had forgotten the salary Conference organisers! Well then, on that mercenary ground, will you agree to let me hector a little?'
'No, sir, not on that ground; but, on the ground that you did forget it, and that you care whether or not a dependant is comfortable in his dependency, I agree heartily.'
'And will you consent to dispense with a great many conventional forms and phrases, without thinking that the omission arises from insolence?'
'I am sure, sir, I should never mistake informality for insolence: one I rather like, the other nothing free-born would submit to, even for a salary.'
'Humbug! Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself, and don't venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant. However, I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy; and as much for the manner in which it was said, as for the substance of the speech; the manner was frank and sincere; one does not often see such a manner: no, on the contrary, affectation, or coldness, or stupid, coarse-minded misapprehension of one's meaning are the usual rewards of candour. Not three in three thousand raw school-girl-governesses would have answered me as you have just done. But I don't mean to flatter you: if you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it. And then, after all, I go too fast in my conclusions: for what I yet know, you may be no better than the rest; you may have intolerable defects to counterbalance your few good points hong kong company registry.'
2016年04月07日 17:06
Also the sun, but also optimistic wismec presa, really great. But it can not cure the suffering of life, but also helpless emotions of detention, but no less than give, fame, wealth, desire, pleasure temptation. To find a real relief, so I asked. Why, the practice is a difficult journey, but one they had for others, it was a matter.
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Know, does not mean to understand Road; understand way, does not mean to do Road; Road do not represent monasticism; monasticism, does not mean enlightenment; enlightenment does not mean enlightenment; enlightenment, it does not mean that eventually Hop Road. Road, this invisible, no elephant, silent, unbounded, respect UN 1995 and light if the dust, so hidden, so rich, so satisfied. Because with this Red Dust, layers of thinking ill feelings, however humble it was the world, stand as schematically to cautionary person hk company incorporation, its non-rounded force concept can discern its lofty nor language can arrive
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Also the sun, but also optimistic wismec presa, really great. But it can not cure the suffering of life, but also helpless emotions of detention, but no less than give, fame, wealth, desire, pleasure temptation. To find a real relief, so I asked. Why, the practice is a difficult journey, but one they had for others, it was a matter.
As the name suggests, way, it is the way of meaning. Road narrow meaning in life; Hiroyoshi Road Rings Habitat Yu Cang, non-sentient non ruthless, do not take part in all the debates, but everywhere there is no concept of nonunion. Like fools, consistent, there are boundless wisdom; like to forget, but innocence, transparent suffer hunger; like existence , but was silent, including the majority of rope. Like lonely, but do pull vitality, highlighting eternity.
Know, does not mean to understand Road; understand way, does not mean to do Road; Road do not represent monasticism; monasticism, does not mean enlightenment; enlightenment does not mean enlightenment; enlightenment, it does not mean that eventually Hop Road. Road, this invisible, no elephant, silent, unbounded, respect UN 1995 and light if the dust, so hidden, so rich, so satisfied. Because with this Red Dust, layers of thinking ill feelings, however humble it was the world, stand as schematically to cautionary person hk company incorporation, its non-rounded force concept can discern its lofty nor language can arrive
2016年03月18日 16:16
I do wrong, is not fit that part of the commitment sense cyclone, as your eyes have me, I was always able to escape. Like an engraved forever in my heart remember. Like any on me the day I was always the anti. They say there is no life difficult for the Flaming Mountains, but I always go through, just as your eyes are always pestering me and told me not forget. I'm not afraid of you, afraid to see you, but you love me can not be avoided. Like to see you back, would, involuntarily, as devotion like you, want to kind of attempt to kill me afraid your eyes, you want to tenderness Feelings, afraid touched your look, I'll restless. Strange to say, I always escape themselves, but also as the poor themselves, yet regret not having the kind of courage to love yourself get depressed lost love like a powerhouse, can not find yourself.
Like many times in the dream visit, he returned to the circle, or the solitary self. Maybe hard to break away, it really is hard to let go. Love really is so blurred as people. I like to hold you all night crying, but not your love, not your feelings, like a lonely monk, in the dark of night chilling talk and pain. Does anyone know how I love you? No one knows what is love in the end? I like the blurred cruising, you always get out of the vicious circle of love. Is it really so? I always comfort myself, but still does not work unless I like the strings of a man tied to Jesus, hanging on the Cross of Love, was Viewpoint enjoy football. I can not allay my love for you, I like you, my spirit and body are the soul bring you every fine-bubble like me are not missing your beautiful molecule, like my spirit is you free, I can not escape your beautiful soul chase, I am your private property, not someone who could get.
Maybe your life is doomed and destined to me, God is destined, is God's plan. No matter how I struggle efforts, all escape your palm, you like Buddha, the Monkey King again I ability, can escape your palm. You do not love, but you can not love; not what you do not understand love, but you can not bear to love. Are you afraid that you worry about, you know what to do sometimes. Like you and me combined, it is a kind of affinity mistake. Because the secular bias, because the root of love, I decided you can not be together, just like two trees, not planted together, so the two trees will be destroyed at the same time, or ruin. Love is the same, you like me, I like you, but between us, there is an unbridgeable gap, we can only each other across the painful separation. Suffering pain we are experiencing each other, like a sunny day to see the rain, or can not co overnight. We numbness in love, we are infatuated thinking, HH same as each other's love. Is passed with the eyes, heart, love each other pain. He said: "Accidents will happen travel trade show, month wanes, this whole suffering, Nung, moon and new moon." But hope and where is it? I wish butterfly Butterfly dream appears, that I and her co Shuangdie together into a common fly in the sky, but this is a kind of hopes and dreams. I also imagine what kind of romance Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo love, thrilling irritation. I also like "evil" small Yang Guo and Helen of Troy that both good and bad touching love, what can not be shaken, blind love, white hair until frost. So, I really love you, and even that is the end of time. No matter what kind of resistance can shake I love you. You are my heart the most beautiful Maid, I Chiai most people, even though we are not together, I have in this life exhausting for you all my love, as tacit like you and love you forever He did not fail.
In fact, love is a very simple matter, in others it seems. For me, that's the whole point. Fall in love with a person is not more than taking on something that I really love you, no matter what you had for me to make the grid, and I sincerely intended that all love you, whether you are betrayed me, or hurt I still can not make me ashamed, and I bear are unknown. You hate what you love, the more you hate the more I really love is deep, because your eyes have told me. Nothing is more direct, and love can not hide, because the eyes are the window to the soul, I'll see one than this. Even if you hated my teeth in your angry eyes, but also that I love charm. You are so fit me, either in this life or the afterlife, you are my life at that cloud haze Serviced apartment Sai Ying Pun, the sky is always beautiful and elegant for me.
Just because you have my eyes≫
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I do wrong, is not fit that part of the commitment sense cyclone, as your eyes have me, I was always able to escape. Like an engraved forever in my heart remember. Like any on me the day I was always the anti. They say there is no life difficult for the Flaming Mountains, but I always go through, just as your eyes are always pestering me and told me not forget. I'm not afraid of you, afraid to see you, but you love me can not be avoided. Like to see you back, would, involuntarily, as devotion like you, want to kind of attempt to kill me afraid your eyes, you want to tenderness Feelings, afraid touched your look, I'll restless. Strange to say, I always escape themselves, but also as the poor themselves, yet regret not having the kind of courage to love yourself get depressed lost love like a powerhouse, can not find yourself.
Like many times in the dream visit, he returned to the circle, or the solitary self. Maybe hard to break away, it really is hard to let go. Love really is so blurred as people. I like to hold you all night crying, but not your love, not your feelings, like a lonely monk, in the dark of night chilling talk and pain. Does anyone know how I love you? No one knows what is love in the end? I like the blurred cruising, you always get out of the vicious circle of love. Is it really so? I always comfort myself, but still does not work unless I like the strings of a man tied to Jesus, hanging on the Cross of Love, was Viewpoint enjoy football. I can not allay my love for you, I like you, my spirit and body are the soul bring you every fine-bubble like me are not missing your beautiful molecule, like my spirit is you free, I can not escape your beautiful soul chase, I am your private property, not someone who could get.
Maybe your life is doomed and destined to me, God is destined, is God's plan. No matter how I struggle efforts, all escape your palm, you like Buddha, the Monkey King again I ability, can escape your palm. You do not love, but you can not love; not what you do not understand love, but you can not bear to love. Are you afraid that you worry about, you know what to do sometimes. Like you and me combined, it is a kind of affinity mistake. Because the secular bias, because the root of love, I decided you can not be together, just like two trees, not planted together, so the two trees will be destroyed at the same time, or ruin. Love is the same, you like me, I like you, but between us, there is an unbridgeable gap, we can only each other across the painful separation. Suffering pain we are experiencing each other, like a sunny day to see the rain, or can not co overnight. We numbness in love, we are infatuated thinking, HH same as each other's love. Is passed with the eyes, heart, love each other pain. He said: "Accidents will happen travel trade show, month wanes, this whole suffering, Nung, moon and new moon." But hope and where is it? I wish butterfly Butterfly dream appears, that I and her co Shuangdie together into a common fly in the sky, but this is a kind of hopes and dreams. I also imagine what kind of romance Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo love, thrilling irritation. I also like "evil" small Yang Guo and Helen of Troy that both good and bad touching love, what can not be shaken, blind love, white hair until frost. So, I really love you, and even that is the end of time. No matter what kind of resistance can shake I love you. You are my heart the most beautiful Maid, I Chiai most people, even though we are not together, I have in this life exhausting for you all my love, as tacit like you and love you forever He did not fail.
In fact, love is a very simple matter, in others it seems. For me, that's the whole point. Fall in love with a person is not more than taking on something that I really love you, no matter what you had for me to make the grid, and I sincerely intended that all love you, whether you are betrayed me, or hurt I still can not make me ashamed, and I bear are unknown. You hate what you love, the more you hate the more I really love is deep, because your eyes have told me. Nothing is more direct, and love can not hide, because the eyes are the window to the soul, I'll see one than this. Even if you hated my teeth in your angry eyes, but also that I love charm. You are so fit me, either in this life or the afterlife, you are my life at that cloud haze Serviced apartment Sai Ying Pun, the sky is always beautiful and elegant for me.
