They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

He who awaits much can expect little.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.

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

Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Dr Urbino did not agree: in his opinion a Liberal president was exactly the same as a Conservative president, but not as well dressed.