2 ordspråk av Liam O'Flaherty
Liam O'Flaherty
He was a poor weak human being like themselves, a human soul, weak and helpless in suffering, shivering in the toils of the eternal struggle of the human soul with pain.
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I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.
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