People Only Give Value To A Thing

When I Was 40, I Wrote My First Book, The Pilgrimage, And I Said To Myself, "why Did It Take So Long For Me To Write This Book?" Because My Dream, Since I Was 10 Years Old, Was To Be A Writer. I Said, I Have To Revisit My Life Using A Metaphor, And The Metaphor Was Basically This Boy That Has A Dream And Has To Go Far Away To Realize That His Dream Is Close To Him.

You Could Cry, Get Worried Or Angry Like Any Other Normal Human Being, As Long As You Remembered That, Up Above, Your Spirit Was Laughing Out Loud At All Those Thorny Situations.

She Regretted Having Taken His Hand, She Wanted To Get Away From There As Soon As Possible, To Hide Her Shame, Never Again To See That Man Who Had Witnessed All That Was Most Sordid In Her, And Who Nevertheless Continued To Treat Her With Such Tenderness. But Again She Remembered Mari's Words: She Didn't Need To Explain Her Life To Anyone, Not Even To The Young Man Standing Before Her.

No Life Is Complete Without A Touch Of Madness.

No One Is Alone During Tribulations - There's Always Someone Else Thinking, Rejoicing Or Suffering In The Same Way. This Thought Gives Us Strength To Face The Challenge That Lies In Front Of Us.