somethings can only be seen in the shadows

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Write," he said. "I'll write to you as soon as I get there," answered Julian. "No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penelope.

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.