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there is not one in a hundred of either sex who is not taken in when they marry. Look where I will, I see that it is so; and I feel that it must be so, when I consider that it is, of all transactions the one in which people expect most from others, and are least honest themselves.

An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.

I would have everybody marry if they can do it properly: I do not like to have people throw themselves away: but everybody should marry as soon as they can do it to advantage.

being inclined to marry, he soon fancied himself in love

She was not disturbed by any alarm for his safety, or solicitude for his comfort, being one of those persons who think nothing can be dangerous or difficult, or fatiguing, to anybody but themselves.

La violencia no siempre adopta formas visibles, y las heridas no siempre manan sangre.

Como vivimos en un mundo tan cómodo, nuestra sensibilidad ha languidecido.

La enseñanza más importante que la Historia ofrece a las personas tal vez sea que "en cierto momento nadie sabía lo que sucedería en el futuro".

We don't always have a choice how we get to know one another. Sometimes, people fall into our lives cleanly – as if out of the sky, or as if there were a direct flight from Heaven to Earth – the same sudden way we lose people, who once seemed they would always be part of our lives.

Thus we try to keep our heroes alive; hence we remember them.

Thus we try to keep our heroes alive; hence we remember them.

It was a world of accidents, right? Perhaps it was wise not to be too confrontational in such a world.

Danny had a tendency to avoid confrontation, which he often regretted. People who picked an argument or a fight with the writer got the idea that he would never fight back; they were surprised, or their feelings were hurt, when Danny did come back at them (...) these people who'd grown used to baiting or goading him were always indignant to discover that the writer had been keeping score.

perhaps he'd purposely decided against choosing to be with anyone who so much as hinted at the promise of permanence.

maybe this was a writer's peculiar burden – namely, that the anxiety he felt as a father was confused with the analysis he brought to bear on the characters in his fiction.

he didn't miss his wife, not anymore. He'd once missed her, but – like his wife herself – the missing-her part had left him.

All writers must know how to distance themselves, to detach themselves from this and that emotional moment.

Maybe this moment of speechlessness helped to make Daniel Baciagalupo become a writer. All those moments when you know you should speak, but you can't think of what to say - as a writer, yo can never give enough attention to those moments.

En este mundo existe un tipo de tristeza que no te permite verter lágrimas. Es una de esas cosas que no puedes explicar a nadie y, aunque pudieras, nadie te comprendería. Y esa tristeza, sin cambiar de forma, va acumulándose en silencio en tu corazón como la nieve durante una noche sin viento.

Aunque nadie lamentara mi pérdida, aunque no dejase un vacío en el corazón de nadie, aunque casi nadie se diera cuenta de que yo había desaparecido(...)  Ciertamente, había perdido muchas cosas en el transcurso de mi vida. Tantas que, aparte de mí mismo, ya casi no me quedaba nada por perder. Sin embargo, en mi interior permanecía vivo el reflejo de lo que había perdido, y aquello era lo que había conformado mi ser

Era verdad que, a partir de cierto momento, mi vida y el modo de vivirla se habían torcido. (...) Sin embargo, no quería desaparecer dejando mi vida torcida.

...sentí, por primera vez en varios días, que no quería abandonar este mundo. No me importaba a qué mundo iría a continuación. Aun suponiendo que, a lo largo de los treinta y cinco años de vida, hubiese consumido el noventa y tres por ciento del fulgor de este mundo, no me importaba. Quería seguir contemplando eternamente el devenir de las cosas, y conservar con amor el siete por ciento restante.

El cielo era profundo y refulgía como los firmes conceptos de las personas que no albergan dudas. A veces, cuando lo miro desde el suelo, siento que el cielo es la síntesis de la existencia entera. Igual que el mar. Al mirar al mar durante muchos días seguidos, acabas sintiendo que únicamente existe el mar.

No se puede generalizar al hablar de la gente. En lo que respecta a la visión de las cosas, hay dos tipos de personas: las que tienen una visión global  y las que tienen una visión limitada.

Por más esfuerzos que uno haga, jamás podrá descifrar lo que se oculta en los recovecos del corazón humano.