You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange - Milan Kundera

When someone is young, he is not capable of conceiving of time as a circle, but thinks of it as a road leading forward to ever-new horizons; he does not yet sense that his life contains just a single theme; he will come to realise it only when his life begins to enact its first variations.

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the “Es muss sein!” to our own great love.

No es la necesidad, sino la casualidad, la que está llena de encantos, si el amor debe ser inolvidable, las casualidades deben volar hacia él desde el primer momento