Creo que todos soñamos. ,Cómo, si no, conseguir a veces que la vida resulte soportable?

Except that love – that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power – could not possibly be contained in a single word.

It is foolish to regret anything form one’s past.

Always guarding one’s real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks.Life itself had become a secret affair.

Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises,” he said. “Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of life. I believe your dream will come true if only because you will...

There is nothing worse, is there,” she said, “than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself, that it is all safely in the past and forgotten about, but the...

Sometimes now was enough.Sometimes it was everything.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

Now I must live with the consequences of the choice I made. And I will not call it the wrong choice. That would be foolish and pointless. That choice led me to everything that has...

La vida nos es insoportable a todos a veces —dijo ella—. No creo que haya nadie lo bastante afortunado como para escapar de toda la oscuridad que ofrece.

My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.

And so silence and …darkness hold happiness and joy?” he said softly.”Assuredly,” she said, “provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Did people… really kiss like that? She had had NO idea. She had imagined being kissed, and in her imagination she had been swept away by the sheer romance of the meeting of lips. In...

The longing for something beyond yourself, beyond anything you have ever known or dreamed of?

But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.No one was shallow....

Life, she realized, so often became a determined, relentless avoidance of pain-of one’s own, of other people’s. But sometimes pain had to be acknowledged and even touched so that one could move into it and...

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

Sólo cuando no esperamos nada ni albergamos ningún sueño podemos mantener el control de nuestra vida. Los sueños a menudo implican a los demás y es imposible tener la certeza de que los demás no...

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

Have you noticed,” she asked him, “how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips...

And I need you, my love,” he said. “I need you so much that I panic when I think that perhaps I will not be able to persuade you to come back with me to...

Why is it,” she asked, snuggling closer, “that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?

Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don’t know where to look for it any longer. And I don’t know if I would recognize it if I found it....

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one’s one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

Perhaps today was all that mattered. Perhaps today was all anyone could expect. Perhaps tomorrow was always an illusion that never came.

One who has conquered every aspect of his pain except the deepest.

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably...

La felicidad es siempre algo pasajero, fugaz. Nunca es un estado permanente para nadie aun que muchos perseveramos en creer la tonta idea de que si ocurriera esto o aquello seríamos felices el resto de...

Why do I want to run from happiness?

There were certain moments upon which the whole of the future course of one’s life might turn. And almost inevitably they popped out at one without any warning at all, leaving one with no time...

Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its...

The ugliness at the heart of beauty. Is there always ugliness, do you suppose? Even when the object is very, very beautiful?

I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices,...

Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery.

Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain.

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

Adaptamos nuestra vida a las circunstancias y cogemos la felicidad donde la encontramos, aun cuando sólo sea en momentos pasajeros. O hacemos eso o nos perdemos la oportunidad de aceptar la gracia en nuestra vida....

He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language – happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words really mean...

You really love me?” she asked wistfully.”The devil!” he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. “Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned...

If you are never frightened, sir, you would never find out what you was made of and what you was capable of doing. You would never become a better man than what you started out...

Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without…integrity?How could she have felt like that without love?Was love essential?Did it even exist – the...

Tal vez las familias no siempre rechazan. Tal vez al menos a veces abren los brazos para acoger. Tal vez a veces se puede confiar en el amor.

la vida, de eso va, es un viaje, y es el valor y la energía para dar siempre el siguiente y el siguiente paso sin hacer juicios acerca de qué hicimos bien o en qué...