Najtańszym podziękowaniem jest "Bóg zapłać".
I'm not gonna talk about our love story because I can't. So instead, I'm gonna talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I do know this. There are infinite numbers between zero and one. There's.1, .12 and.112, and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between zero and two. Or between zero and a million. Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities. A writer that we used to like taught us that. You know, I want more numbers than I'm likely to get. And, God, do I want more days for Augustus Waters than what he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am... for our little infinity. Hold on. You gave me a forever... within the numbered days, and for that, I am... I am eternally grateful.
Il faut aussi être poli avec la terre et avec le soleil
il faut les remercier le matin en se réveillant
il faut les remercier
Pour la chaleur
Pour les arbres
Pour les fruits
Pour tout ce qui est bon à manger
Pour tout ce qui est beau à regarder
— And you talk about counting blessings! You talk about being thankful! What do I have to be thankful for?
— Well, for one thing, you have a little brother who loves you...
Of the two of us, I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny. Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you, because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you.
You seem to find the dark when everything is bright.
You look for all that's wrong instead of all that's right.
Does it feel good to you to rain on my parade?
You never say a word unless it's to complain.
It's driving me insane...
If I were you, holding the world right in my hands,
The first thing I'd do is thank the stars for all that I have.
If I were you
Kindness can only be repaid with kindness. It can’t be repaid with expressions like thank you.
Dankbar sein bricht kein Bein.
— I'll gladly give my life.
— I don't want you to be glad about it. I want you to curse and fight until your heart's done pumping. And know this, boy. Your death will be a gift for them south of the Wall. They'll never know what you've done. They'll never know how you died. They won't even know your damn name. But they'll be alive because some nameless bastard north of the Wall gave his life for theirs.
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