He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.

We'll grow old waiting.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.