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Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The truth is not in the facts, but in the way we remember them.
Shame is the most intimate feeling, yet it connects us all.
We are all strangers, even to ourselves.
To love is to lose, and yet we love anyway.
We do not own our memories; they own us.
The truth is not something we find, but something we create.
Time does not heal all wounds; some remain, becoming part of us.
The past is never truly gone; it lives in us, shaping who we are.
La vida es una serie de colisiones con el futuro; no es una suma de lo que hemos sido, sino de lo que anhelamos ser.
The best novels are those that make us see the world differently.
A good novel tells us the truth about its protagonist; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
Memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events.
We don't even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward.
The past is a mirror in which we see ourselves reflected.
Reality is not what happens to us, but what we do with what happens to us.
We are all born with a certain inheritance of time, and we must learn to spend it wisely.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.