In fact, heaven or hell, it doesn't matter where you are, but your heart.
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heaven or hell
Augustine 2022-04-20 09:01:21
In a paradise-like paradise on earth, people are still unable to escape the selfishness, greed, and ruthlessness contained in human nature. In order to allow themselves to enjoy this kind of heaven-like feeling, the pain of friends and death are all so small and insignificant that they can even act as their own. The murderer ended the life of a friend. In this place that is close to heaven, there is a strong contrast with this murderous behavior.
In fact, heaven or hell, it doesn't matter where you are, but your heart.
In fact, heaven or hell, it doesn't matter where you are, but your heart.
Extended Reading
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Etienne: Oh fuck! Richard! Fuck!
Richard: What?
Etienne: I saw a fin!
Richard: What? Are you joking?
Etienne: No, no. A fin!
Richard: OK, a shark fin?
Etienne: I don't know! Just a fin! Over there, about a hundred meters.
Richard: Well, was it big?
Etienne: Yes.
Richard: Well, what the fuck do you expect me to do about it?
Etienne: Nothing! I just thought you should know!
Richard: Well, to be honest, Etienne, I'd rather you hadn't told me!
Etienne: I'm sorry!
Richard: Well, it's a bit fuckin' late now, isn't it?
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Keaty: [Keaty interrupts Richard whilst watching Francoise and pretending to read his book] One: she's just teasin' ya.
Richard: What are you talking about?
Keaty: Two: you don't speak French. Three: he speaks French. In fact, even better than that, four: he IS French. Five: he's much better at football - sorry, sorry, SOCCER - than you. And six: you're a bit strange, Rich. Some girls like that in a man, but not usually the sort of girls you wanna be with.
Richard: Is that right?
Keaty: Come on, your last girlfriend chucked ya, there must've been a reason.
Richard: It was not my fault!
Keaty: And seven: look at - look at your thumbs, man! They're well defined!
Richard: Wh-what is that supposed to mean?
Keaty: You play a lot of video games! That is a powerful index of incompatabilty.
Richard: Why do I get the feeling like you're trying to tell me something?
Keaty: You haven't a hope mate - not a bleedin' chicken's chance in Thailand. Know what I mean?
Richard: Thank you.
Keaty: So, enjoy the beach and cut the bullshit.
Richard: [softly] Thank you very much.
Keaty: It's my pleasure.