Pasaba los días en su antigua habitación, que fiel a la promesa de su padre, seguía igual, aunque ahora todo parecía más pequeño, como si las casas y los objetos, o quizá sólo fuera la vida, encogiese...
Nekada davno, u djetinjstvu, možda is toga što sam odrastao među knjigama i knjižarima, odlučio sam da želim postati pisac i živjeti životom punim melodrame.
Nadie sobrevive una guerra civil con un ápice de dignidad del que presumir. Mi
Meinem Eindruck nach ist der arme Martin nicht einmal in der Lage, seine Schugröße niederzuschreiben, und verharrt meistens in einer Art von Fegefeuer, das er in seinem eigenen Kopf aufgebaut hat, wo...
Marina mi-a zis odată că nu ne aducem aminte decat ceea ce nicicând nu s-a petrecut.
M-am gândit cât de mult îmi doream să mă refugiez în privirea aceea fugară care se temea că e transparentă, goală. M-am gândit la singurătatea ce avea să mă cuprindă în noaptea aceea, când aveam să mă...
Los sabios reconocer cuando a veces se equivocan pero los cretinos se equivocan todo el rato aunque nunca lo admiten y siempre creen llevar la razón.
Les feuilles d’oranger luisaient comme des larmes d’argent, et le chant de la fontaine serpentait sous les arcades. Je scrutai la cour d’un regard déjà chargé de déception et peut-être aussi d’un lâch...
La vida pasa volando, especialmente la parte que vale la pena vivir
Jedina je pouka koja se može izvući iz ove priče, ili iz bilo koje druge, to da u stvarnom životu za razliku od mašte, ništa nije kako se pričinja.
It’s up to you. It is one thing to believe in women, and another to believe what they say.
It was my twenty-fourth birthday, and I knew that the best part of my life was already behind me.
Il mondo non verrà distrutto da una bomba atomica, come dicono i giornali, ma da una risata, da un’eccesso di banalità che trasformerà la realtà in una barzelletta di pessimo gusto.
I threw up my breakfast, my dinner, and a good amount of the anger I was carrying with me.
I pointed to her engagement ring. I don’t know who the idiot is, but I hope he knows he’s the luckiest man in the world.
I let the remainder of the morning drift by between the alchemy of the music and the perfume of books,
I hugged her for the last time and looked into her eyes. On the way we had agreed there would be no farewells, no solemn words, no promises to fulfill.
I had begun to understand that my father was ashamed that others might think him ignorant, a residue from a war which, like all wars, was fought in the name of God and country to make a few men who we...
I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone.
Had I paused to reflect, I would have understood that my devotion to Clara brought me no more than suffering. Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stup...