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

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

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

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.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

Reasons get forgotten.