Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope...
Death might be a necessity in farming, but suffering? Never.
Cualquier institutriz, después de pasar unas pocas horas en esta casa, se habría hecho una idea clara y completa de la tarea a la que se enfrenta; pero el médico es un hombre, de modo que no puede per...
Any governess, after the few hours I have had in this house, would have a full and clear picture of the task awaiting her, but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at len...
Adeline was made like a piece of wire with knots for knees and elbows.
A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.
Pasaulē ir pārāk daudz grāmatu, lai tās izlasītu vienas dzīves laikā; kaut kur ir jānovelk svītra.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner.
La gente desaparece cuando muere. La voz, la risa, el calor de su aliento, la carne y finalmente los huesos. Todo recuerdo vivo de ella termina. Es algo terrible y natural al mismo tiempo. Sin embargo...
A child is not an empty vessel.... to be formed in whatever way the parent thinks fit. They are born with their own hearts and they cannot be made otherwise, no matter what love a man lavishes on them...