Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

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

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.

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

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.