Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
There is always something left to love.
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.
A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.
A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.
They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.
She felt the abyss of disenchantment.
The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale...
Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.
Always tell what you feel. Do what you think...
She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.