“Old people, with other old people, are not so old.”

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

They enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

I’ll never fall in love again it’s like having two souls at the same time.

Time was not passing it was turning in a circle.

If men gave birth, they’d be less inconsiderate.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

It is a friendly heart that has plenty of friends.

We don’t care. We don’t have to. We’re the phone company.

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.

Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

We are as liable to be corrupted by books, as by companions.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.