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She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .
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Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion.
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He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.
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It is life, more than death, that has no limits.
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It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.
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More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.
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To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
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That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think... .
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One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!
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When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.
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The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.
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When I sit down to write, which is the essential moment in my life, I am completely alone. Whenever I write a book, I accumulate a lot of documentation. That background material is the most intimate part of my private life. It's a little embarrassing - like being seen in your underwear It's like the way magicians never tell others how they make a dove come out of a hat.
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I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
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I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.
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Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.
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...wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
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A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.
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He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.
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Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.
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He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.
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It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
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No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
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This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
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For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.