“A dor torna-nos quem somos, ensina-nos e doma-nos, pode destruir e pode salvar.”

“As recordações são coisas absurdas. Algumas são vagas, outras cristalinas, outras ainda demasiado dolorosas para as lembrarmos e outras, então, deixam-nos tanta dor que não conseguimos esquecê-las.”

“She remained silent. There was nothing left to say. He'd said it all the night before. He had to end it. He could never leave his wife. And, in fact, she had known this. Although she loved him - and truly she did - he wasn't hers. He belonged to his wife. She'd earned him. It didn't matter that he was her first love or that she was his passion. It didn't matter that they had loved one another for more than half their lives. It didn't matter that he had married his wife on the rebound. It didn't matter that he didn't love the woman. It didn't even matter that they had turned into some soap-opera cliche. He was married to someone else and that meant that she was leftovers and destined to remain on the periphery in the shadow of another woman's marriage. But no more. She was well and truly sick of it. ”

“Why is life so hard?""Because god is a spoilt child and this world is just a game he plays to amuse himself.”

“Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.”

“You drive me crazy!""You were always crazy. I just highlight it.”

“We're giving each other space.""You know what I think?"He shook his head."Space is for astronauts." ”