There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

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

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.

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

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

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