The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed