The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

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

Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

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

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.