I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

Reasons get forgotten.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind

Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.