Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

“That may be the reason he does so many things," she said, "so that he will not …”

“It is incredible how one can be happy for so many years in the midst of so many…”

“Es el demonio, padre mío", le dijo Delaura. "El más terrible de todos.”

“She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering …”