Every time one sees a relative one finds a thorn

There had been no enemies, just one single adversary, herself; her future had been killed by her own imprudence, by the reckless Salina pride; and now, just at the moment when her memories had come alive again after so many years, she found herself even without the solace of being able to blame her own unhappiness on others, a solace which is the last protective device of the desperate.

If we want everything to remain as it is, it will be necessary for everything to change.

To rage and mock is gentlemanly, to grumble and whine is not

Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.

The young feel sorrows much more sharply that the old; the latter are nearer the safety net