At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.