Book: The last letter from your lover

I'm not sure I deserve such happiness, and still doubt whether you have that right. But I can stop thinking about your beautiful face, your smile and know: part of the beauty belongs to me, and this is the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life.

Ellie learned that one must live here and now, I learned to melt into every moment, refusing to dampen his thoughts about what is a short-term happiness.

You are a strong man, you can continue to live, knowing that true love is possible, but we'll never get it right.

They both felt towards each other is so strong feelings that sooner or later these feelings will turn into poison.

If I let myself love you, I'm lost. In my life there's nothing left except you. I'm afraid that you'll stop loving me. And then, if that happens, I'll die.

The more he wrote to her, trying to convince her of the sincerity of their feelings, the less value she attached to the words that so easily flew from the tip of his pen.

When you eat, you are given this experience as a whole. When we had dinner the first time, I was looking at you and wishing you the same joy given me.

Communication with her was quite a worthy substitute for alcohol.

Anthony spoke to her as sincerely as men sometimes tell their innermost secrets to travel in trains because they know most likely they will never meet again, so these effusions did not oblige.

- Why do you then to work so hard?
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- For the very reason you mentioned, it's much easier than to deal with something else.

And I'm in the same instant when you looked into my eyes, I realized that if you do what you want, I'm gone. I can't leave you, won't be able to do this with you, as with others, will not be able to politely nod lourenço, meeting you with him at some restaurant. I'll never be able to accept the fact that you don't belong to me, and here I can no longer fool myself. That's why, darling, I clasped the button on your dress. That's why I spent two sleepless nights, hating myself for one decent thing in my entire life.

A wise man once told me that writing is a very dangerous activity, because you can never be sure that your words will be understood correctly.

Time is the great healer. I know it's cliche, but nevertheless it's true.