Waiting is the rust of the soul.
Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
We all give up great expectations along the way.
We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.