I understand you, and I shall not attempt to make you change your mind. I am too old to want to improve the world. I have told you what I think, and that is all. I shall remain your friend even if you act contrary to my convictions, and I shall help you even if I disagree with you.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

Einmal ist keinmal, says Tomas to himself. What happens but once, says the German adage, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.

Remembering now all those farewells (fake farewells, worked-up farewells), Irena thinks: a person who messes up her goodbyes shouldn’t expect much from her re-unions.

But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion (compassion) or not.

Aren't we living in a world where heedless men only desire decapitated women?