The Providence granted me with the ability to think, and thinking unveiled to me that, sadly, there was no providence.

The youth of today will never have the determination and the understanding of yesteryear's youth.

Husbands are the leftovers of a stew called love –she thought—, and with hair on their faces.

Falling in love is partial love, an artifact. —he said.— What I feel is an infatuation with a penetrating desire to possess.

The most heinous crime is to disappoint those who trust in you

Some commit slow suicide with the sweet poison of their memories.

Brevity is a sublime talent.

Being in love is to be half-cooked inside an eggshell called love.