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My today and each of my yesterdays, my rises and falls, are so diverse that I sometimes feel as if I had lived not one, but several existences, each one different from the others.

The World of Yesterday
Exalt yourself by devoting yourself to others, enrich yourself by making everyone�s destiny your own, by enduring and understanding every facet of human suffering through your pity.

Beware of Pity
Maybe everything�s not so hard, maybe life is so much easier than I thought, you just need courage, you just need to have a sense of yourself, then you�ll discover your hidden resources.

The Post-Office Girl
Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.

The World of Yesterday
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.
People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.
Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.
Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are pledged to confirm our humanity and those determined to dismantle it; those who strive to build a protective wall around it, and those who wish to pull it down; those who seek to mould it and those committed to breaking it up; those who aim to open our eyes, to make us see the light and look to tomorrow (...) and those who wish to lull us into closing our eyes.
Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.

The Story of the Lost Child
In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.

The Story of the Lost Child
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