Out on the street I start to run; I need to breathe in this life, the trees, the warmth of my town.… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future. — 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)
