Kossak

O twoje serce toczy się wielka bitwa. Jest bowiem ktoś, kto chce ci ukraść życie i szepnąć u końca twych dni: „Przegrałeś, frajerze”.

“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.”

― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man