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The branch he sat on was creaking under his weight, but he didn´t seem to notice or care. He was shouting about being angry at his brother. I stood by the trunk and cried and begged him to come down, but he wouldn´t listen. <br/><br/>I will not come down until Gregoris has apologised to you! he insisted. There were two birds in the tree with my grandfather, one on each side of him. One of the birds was a dove, the other some sort of bird of prey, like a hawk or a falcon. <br/><br/>"If you won´t come down, will you at least save the dove? And look out for the other bird!" I cried out. Just as my grandfather reached out to the dove, the branch snapped.

A novelization of the hit movie starring Robin Williams as Professor Keating, an inspiring, uplifting teacher who changes his students' lives.<br/><br/>Todd Anderson and his friends at Welton Academy can hardly believe how different life is since their new English professor, the flamboyant John Keating, has challenged them to 'make your lives extraordinary! Inspired by Keating, the boys resurrect the Dead Poets Society -- a secret club where, free from the constraints and expectations of school and parents, they let their passions run wild.<br/><br/>As Keating turns the boys on to the great words of Byron, Shelley, and Keats, they discover not only the beauty of language, but the importance of making each moment count. But the Dead Poets pledges soon realize that their newfound freedom can have tragic consequences. Can the club and the individuality it inspires survive the pressure from authorities determined to destroy their dreams?

Set in the near-distant future, Spaceman follows a Czech astronaut as he launches into space to investigate a mysterious dust cloud covering Venus, a suicide mission sponsored by a proud nation. Suddenly a world celebrity, Jakub's marriage starts to fail as the weeks go by, and his sanity comes into question. After his mission is derailed he must make a violent decision that will force him to come to terms with his family's dark political past.An extraordinary vision of the endless human capacity to persist-and risk everything-in the name of love and home, by a startlingly talented young debut novelist.

Thoughts, and the story of a man with a heart, and a dream<br/> read the story of 'Diamond'<br/> old fashioned love, yearning love, lost? and found love?.familylife?read and find out, will he find 'her'?..the woman of his heart.<br/> sometimes wishes and dreams can come through?<br/> but before, we must dream

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My real name, no one remembers. The truth about that summer, no one else knows. In the summer of 1862, a group of young artists led by the passionate and talented Edward Radcliffe descends upon Birchwood Manor in rural Oxfordshire. Their plan: to spend a secluded summer month in a haze of inspiration and creativity. But by the time their stay is over, one woman has been shot dead while another has disappeared; a priceless heirloom is missing; and Edward Radcliffe's life is in ruins. Over one hundred and fifty years later, Elodie Winslow, a young archivist in London, uncovers a leather satchel containing two seemingly unrelated items: a sepia photograph of an arresting-looking woman in Victorian clothing, and an artist's sketchbook containing the drawing of a twin-gabled house on the bend of a river. Why does Birchwood Manor feel so familiar to Elodie? And who is the beautiful woman in the photograph? Will she ever give up her secrets? Told by multiple voices across time, The Clockmaker's Daughter is a story of murder, mystery and thievery, of art, love and loss. And flowing through its pages like a river, is the voice of a woman who stands outside time, whose name has been forgotten by history, but who has watched it all unfold: Birdie Bell, the clockmaker's daughter.

"[...] their single purpose is to keep us here, alone, chained to the corners of our rooms there will be no other truths than the single ones, no dreams but your own i do, all, to be next to you, there will be no other dreams than yours, the ladies leave you, weeping, let other feelings be mixed, this, stay imprisoned, cornered, as man, sample others, to stay, you are not unique, dreams are chained to what she says you hear no other dreamers, all is quiet at night, you can't hear them die, listen closely, as you fall fast asleep at night, can you hear them cry, can you hear her cry there's no decision to make, you just roll with the punches, at night, citylights never blind the drunken or even the ones that stumble from trashcan to traschcan, the ones called hobos, bums, the one "most likely to succeed" the one with the pressure, the ones that want to be free, the ones she wants to leave coffee, seem to be the same as always, phone doesn't work, searching for the other other one, it's morning, with wind from the pacific coming in, coming in to work too late, wouldn't mind sleeping another day, cause i'd like to be here if she calls, don't mind going to work, i don't do anything at home, watching them all walk by, down by the supermarket, the mother is her daughter, the father is my son, can't find the phone, bust that safe, see the true form the others, the other ones that are competing for the same, the same as you need, open the door, it's not even the ones you missed it's, the ones you will miss, dont even miss her when you should, to busy being bad, like thoughts go, go alone, don't let us follow this is not the way it's supposed to end it's like i'm obsessed with her, can't find my way back, i can't sleep, unless i drink myself into a coma i never intended this, or wanted it to be this way, like everyone else i want to be happy, but without her it doesn't seem worthwhile, but i'll get there, i'll find my way back, find that path, the one meant for me, one day all this will be lost, then this will seem to have been a waste of time"