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“You look sad," he says, which surprises me. "Well . . .more than you usually do." I tilt my head. "You notice if I'm sad?" Clearing his throat, he turns away, maybe embarrassed. I want to tell him he doesn't have to be, but I decide to leave it. As silence floats between us, I lie down and close my eyes to sleep. As I'm about to drift off, I hear him say, "If your sadness looks that beautiful, then I can't imagine what happiness looks like.”

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Book:His to Keep: A dark psychological romance
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“A veces volvía a ser piedra negra y entonces yo no sabía qué pasaba del otro lado, qué era de ella en esos intervalos anónimos, qué extraños sucesos acontecían; y hasta pensaba que en esos momentos su rostro cambiaba y que una mueca de burla lo deformaba y que quizá había risas cruzadas con otro y que toda la historia de los pasadizos era una ridícula invención o creencia mía y que en todo caso había un solo túnel, oscuro y solitario: el mío, el túnel en que había transcurrido mi infancia, mi juventud, toda mi vida. Y en uno de esos trozos transparentes del muro de piedra yo había visto a esta muchacha y había creído ingenuamente que venía por otro túnel paralelo al mío, cuando en realidad pertenecía al ancho mundo, al mundo sin límites de los que no viven en túneles; y quizá se había acercado por curiosidad a una de mis extrañas ventanas y había entrevisto el espectáculo de mi insalvable soledad.”

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Book:El Túnel
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“He knew, even back then, that she was prone to bouts of melancholy. It came to her in successive waves, an ebb and flow. When the first wave arrived, barely touching her toes, it was so light and translucent a ripple that you might be forgiven for thinking it insignificant, that it would vanish soon, leaving no trace. But then followed another wave, and the next one, rising as far as her ankles, and the one after that covering her knees, and before you knew it she was immersed in liquid pain, up to her neck, drowning. That's how depression sucked her in.”

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Book:The Island of Missing Trees
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