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The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion.
Baldwin |
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Äîñòèæåíèå èäåàëà ÷àñòî ïðèâîäèò ê ïðîùàíèþ ñ èëëþçèÿìè.
Áîëäóèí
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We build statues out of snow and weep to see them melt.
Scott |
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Ìû ëåïèì ñòàòóè èç ñíåãà è ïëà÷åì, êîãäà âèäèì, êàê îíè òàþò.
Ñêîòò
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Ideals are like the stars: we never reach them, but like the mariners of the sea, we chart our course by them.
Anonymous |
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Èäåàëû ïîäîáíû çâåçäàì â íåáå: ìû íèêîãäà íå ìîæåì èõ äîñòè÷ü, íî, êàê ìîðåõîäû â ïëàâàíèè, îðèåíòèðóåìñÿ ïî íèì â æèçíè.
Íåèçâåñòíûé àâòîð
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