Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together,… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high.… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“She died a few days later, and her death buried once and for all the intrigues between the Precious Wife, the Gracious Wife, and… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“I am terrified by the dizzying pleasure of it: I am both here and over there; I am be and I am no longer… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“I held in my hand an invisible sword that sliced through every illusion. The sharpness of the blade gave me its icy and dazzling… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun,… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“. . . I have witnessed the strength of our people driven from their own land. The tenacious march south is like a silent… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“S Novom je godinom započeo novi kozmički ciklus. Neka noćne more iz prošlosti zauvijek nestanu!” — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“I had lost some of my naivete and gained strength. These women with their pointless scheming could not contain me, and I watched the… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“Men’s strengths go hand in hand with their weaknesses. That is why there is no such thing as an invincible warrior, and why heroes… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
![“Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high. Jing is lying on a chaise longue [sic] playing with his bird. 'I thought you were in prison.' He looks up, his eyes filled with hate and desire. 'You are my…” quote by Shan Sa](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/042/shan-sa-13713_quote_inside-its-crumbling-walls-the-house-is_13990.jpg)
