In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
Lo difícil no es ganar dinero sin más,-se lamentaba-. Lo difícil es ganarlo haciendo algo a lo que valga la pena dedicarle la vida.
Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.
Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.
Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.
Never trust girls who let themselves be touched right away. But even less those who need a priest for approval.
Making money isn't hard in itself,' he complained. 'What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
En contra de lo que usted cree a pies juntillas, el universo no gira en torno a las apetencias de su entrepierna. Otros factores influyen en el devenir de la humanidad.
You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you you are .
So death lay in arrest. But at Bethlehem the bless'd Nothing greater could be heard Than a dry wind in the thorn, the cry of the One new-born, And cattle in stall as they stirred.
If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.
Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.
The idea of adultery is like a soccer ball. Yeah, you might kick it around for a while, but if you actually wind up scoring, you get slapped with a huge penalty.
There was nothing dishonourable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.
My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.
