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.

He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.