“«Improvvisamente ho capito che non c'è nessuna persona giusta. Non esiste né in terra né in cielo né da nessun'altra parte, puoi starne certa. Esistono soltanto le persone, e in ognuna c'è un pizzico di quella giusta, ma in nessuna c'è tutto quello che ci aspettiamo e speriamo. Nessuna racchiude in sé tutto questo, e non esiste quella certa figura, l'unica, la meravigliosa, la sola che potrà darci la felicità. Esistono soltanto delle persone, e in ognuna ci sono scorie e raggi di luce, tutto…».” PeopleLoveThinkers Book:La mujer justa Source: La mujer justa
“No, the secret is that there's no reward and we have to endure our characters and our natures as best we can, because no amount of experience or insight is going to rectify our deficiencies, our self-regard, or our cupidity. We have to learn that our desires do not find any real echo in the world. We have to accept that the people we love do not love us, or not in the way we hope. We have to accept betrayal and disloyalty, and, hardest of all, that someone is finer than we are in character or intelligence.” PeopleWorldWayRealSelfCharacterDesireSecretAcceptingAmountRegardRewardsEndureInsightBetrayalHardestEchoesDeficiencyDisloyaltyRectify Author:Sándor Márai
“You would like to read, but somehow the rain gets into the book, too; not literally, and yet it really does, the letters are meaningless, and all you hear is the rain. You would like to play the piano, but the rain comes to sit alongside and play an accompaniment. And then the dry weather returns, which is to say there is steam and bright light. People age quickly.” PeopleDoeBookPlayLightAgeReturnRainLettersWeatherPianoDryMeaninglessSteamBright Lights Author:Sándor Márai
“Vienna, to me it was the tuning fork for the entire world. Saying the word Vienna was like striking a tuning fork and then listening to find what tone it called forth in the person I was talking to. It was how I tested people. If there was no response, this was not the kind of person I liked. Vienna wasn't just a city, it was a tone that either one carries forever in one's soul or one does not. It was the most beautiful thing in my life. I was poor, but I was not alone, because I had a friend.” PeopleIfsWorldKindPersonsDoeSoulBeautifulPoorCitiesTalkingForeverListeningResponseToneCarrieBeautiful ThingsTestedNot AloneForksTuningViennaNo Response Author:Sándor Márai