There had never been a death so foretold.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

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.

She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .