For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love.

Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.

Cease, cows, life is short.

A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.

She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.