I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

No medicine cures what happiness cannot.

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

In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.