"You are afraid, Nana" she could've told her. "You are afraid that I may find the happiness that you have never known. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want me to have a happy life. It is you who have a despicable heart."
- Leuos: White. The Italian word "light" derives from this.
- Aima: Blood. The Italian word "haematoma"(blood lump) derives from this.
[If you put togheter those two frightening words, it comes out a more terrible one: leukaemia]
[A name that derives from Greek and means "white blood"]
[I knew It that the white is a swindle. How can be the blood white?]
[The blood is just red]
[The tears are just salty]
[Silvia told me in tears]
- Beatrice has leukaemia.
[And her tears have become mine]
We are made one for the other. I know. She doesn't. She doesn't know she loves me. Not yet.
And, for as much as she had no reason to suppose that his eyes would rest upon her whilst she spoke, Anne felt that is was absolutely impossible, knowing him as she knew him, imagining that even he coudln't remember.
[...] that he had meant to forget her, and believed it to be done. He had imagined himself indifferent, when he had only been angry; and he had been unjust to her merits, because he had been a sufferer from them.
Any woman who understands the problems of running a home will be nearer to understanding the problems of running a country.
But you think of someone else, you know it well; and you know that he doesn't think of you.
People are like fish, the shallow ones, the deep ones and clams.
Men seem cruel beings, women are. Women seem sentimental, men are.
Before penetrating a woman you must conquer her heart, before conquering her heart you must have her mind, before having her mind you must hug her soul. Once you've hugged her soul you're the fucked one.