Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.
I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.
To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love.
Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams...
Si vas a volverte loco, vuelve te solo.
Let me stay here,” he said. “There was soap.
Things have a life of their own. It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.
It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.
There is no greater glory than to die for love.
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .
A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.
This soup tastes like windows.
Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.
I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.
For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.