Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.

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

If men gave birth, they'd be less inconsiderate.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

What does he say?' he asked. 'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.' 'Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.