we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.

we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.

I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.

Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.