Ако ми се беше развикала, щях да си плюя на петите - помисли си Юел. - Но как да избягам от жена, която изглежда толкова тъжна?
«Qué poco sabemos de nuestros vecinos», pensó.
There was no such thing as past or future. There was no time that could be lost or won. The only thing that counted was action.
Self-preservation was more important than revenge, and
Remembered him coming home after long shifts and immediately sitting down at the kitchen table, forcing my mother to listen to his complaints about all his difficult colleagues and the maître d’s, not...
You think you know everything about a person, but the truth often comes as a surprise.
You have a good father. She was taken aback.
When one historical period is replaced by another, there isalways a group of people left over from the old society
We have to see things simply, but without simplifying. - Rydberg
We can never make sense of death,’ I said. ‘It doesn’t obey any laws or follow any rules. Death is an intractable anarchist.
The dread of something menacing that you felt when you were a child returns when you get old.
Tener la posibilidad de decidir a qué quiere uno dedicar su vida es un gran privilegio.
Sin la alegría de vivir, sin el ansia de vivir, no hay seres humanos. Quienes se ven privados de su dignidad y luchan por recuperarla, luchan en la misma medida por su derecho a reconquistar las ganas...
Our ancestors survive somewhere in our faces, she thought. If you look like your mother as a child, you end up as your father when you age. When you no longer recognise your face, it's because an unkn...
One can never wait too long.
La volontà di vivere. Quella forza che ti fa alzare dal letto ogni mattina quando fa giorno. Tutto può essere sostituito. Ma non questo.
La vieillesse est le côté sombre de la vie et rien d'autre. Elle n'est qu'une illusion, un miroir aux alouettes.
La vida es un viaje tumultuoso entre lo que nos causa miedo y lo que nos da alegría. En el mejor de los casos logramos atesorar buenos recuerdos a lo largo de ella. Por más que, en nuestro mundo, sean...
It struck Wallander that nothing could make him as depressed as the sight of old spectacles that nobody wanted anymore.
I can’t have him at my place, that would never work. We’d murder each other.