We do not remember days, we remember moments.

On ne se souvient pas des jours, on se souvient des instants.

Leggendo non cerchiamo idee nuove, ma pensieri già da noi pensati, che acquistano sulla pagina un suggello di conferma. Ci colpiscono degli altri le parole che risuonano in una zona già nostra – che già...

Non è bello essere bambini: è bello da anziani pensare a quando eravamo bambini.

The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.

A veces una mujer encuentra los restos de un barco hecho pedazos y decide hacer con ellos un hombre sano. En ocasiones lo consigue. Otras veces una mujer encuentra un hombre sano y decide hacerlo...

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

La sorpresa es el móvil de cada descubrimiento.

The only joy in the world is to begin.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends.You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air,...

From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

The cadence of suffering has begun.

If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel,...

The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one’s own solitude, how to communicate with others.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.