Любви нужно учиться и учиться вновь. Этому нет конца.
I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.
Джентльмен никогда не ест. Он только завтракает, обедает и ужинает.
At least I can know the truth about what happens to me, she assured herself silently, making a promise to herself, in her hopefulness, her ignorance.
The past is never where you think you left it.
This is not new — all the history of our world is pocked with it. It is very grand and noble in words and grand, noble souls have died for it — it is worth weeping for.