And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

... the unarmed power of naked truth.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.