Може би идваме на този свят,за да търсим любовта,за да я намерим и после да я изгубим,и после отново и отново все същото.С всяка нова любов се раждаме повторно,и с всяка любов,която приключва,в сърцат...
¿Por qué me rechazaste, Indi? Me has hecho sufrir, me humillaste. Yo quería ser el hombre de tu vida; en cambio he tenido que resignarme a ser el hombre de tu muerte.
«A mí nunca me amaron así, Richard, el amor siempre se me ha dado a medias»,
Troglodytes
Que sus espíritus se expandían, que los deseos y la memoria desaparecían, que se abandonaban en una sola inmensa claridad. Se abrazaron en ese extraordinario espacio reconociéndose, porque tal vez hab...
Prig
Pero descubrí que me faltaba la billetera.
Manjar blanco
La vida es puro ruido entre dos insondables silencios.
Know what helps most in misfortune, Irina? To talk. Nobody can go around in this world all alone. Why do you think I set up the pain clinic? Because shared pain is more bearable. The clinic is useful...
How much more dangerous the world was for women, how we should cross the street if a man’s coming toward us and there’s nobody else around and avoid them completely if they’re in a group, watch our ba...
Ephemeral,
Entrega, él también se había desprendido de la armadura y, como yo, se abría. Le dije, en un hilo de voz, porque se me había cerrado el pecho, que también yo, sin saberlo, lo había buscado a tientas....
El amor nos vuelve buenos. No importa a quién amemos, tampoco importa ser correspondidos o si la relación es duradera. Basta la experiencia de amar, eso nos transforma.
But had always felt she was a visitor. She felt disconnected and different everywhere else too, but far from being a problem this gave her a sense of pride, as it added to her view of herself as a dis...
A nadie le importan los problemas ajenos y que los dolores callados acaban por diluirse.
Yo no lo había olvidado porque a menudo nos burlábamos de su frase altisonante en el juicio: «¿Van a permitir que el abogado de la defensa arroje a esta pobre familia al basural de la historia Willie...
We’re not old because we are seventy. We start to grow old as soon as we are born, we change every day, life is a continuous state of flux. We evolve. The only difference is that now we are a little c...
We are all born happy. Life gets us dirty along the way, but we can clean it up. Happiness is not exuberant or noisy, like pleasure or joy; it's silent, tranquil, and gentle; it's a feeling of satisfa...
Walking and walking across the world he will gradually find consolation, and one day, when he is too fatigued to take another step, he will realize that he cannot escape sorrow, he will have to tame i...