He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything.
Isabel AllendeI write to understand my circumstances, to sort out the confusion of reality, to exorcise my demons. But most of all, I write because I love it!
Isabel AllendeSeated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy.
Isabel Allende