“Don't let the hand you holdhold you down.”

“Voy a hacer un rompeolascon mi alegria pequena. No quiero que sepa el mar que por mi pecho van penas.”

“Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción”

“Recuerdo que algún día yo le hablé de mi río y una como tormenta se agitó en sus estrañas. No sé si fue mi pecho que tembló de recuerdo o si fueron mis ojos que asomaron nostalgias." "I remember a day when I spoke of my river and something like a storm stirred in his being. Was it my breast that trembled with the memory Was it nostalgia that showed through my eyes”

“We have to find our own way to live, and to love. Don't ever let anyone else tell you how it should be for you.”

“Daphne," he said with controlled gentleness, "what is wrong?"She sat down opposite him and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm so insensitive," she whispered. "I should have known. I should never have said anything.""Should have known what?" he ground out.Her hand fell away. "That you can't—that you couldn't—""Can't what?"She looked down at her lap, where her hands were attempting to wring each other to shreds. "Please don't make me say it," she said.'This," Simon muttered, "has got to be why men avoid marriage.”

“I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.”