“When he saw the lovers in the midst of the encircling crowd, Wells smiled once more, hoping that what he had thought moments before when he saw the smile appear on the girl's lips was true; that the love between… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“It might even teach Murray that while finding true love was one of the most wonderful things that could happen to you in life,… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“And so everything depends on you, Bertie. Bishop or rook. Your life or mine. Do what you believe you have to do.” — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“...for what was time if there was no one to measure it, if there was nothing to experience its passing? Time cold only be… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“My good manners prevent me from answering that, Mr. Gilmore, and my honesty from lying. Draw your own conclusions.” — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore. — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“The whole world was no more than the precise length of each moment that separated them.” — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“It was the gaze of a person who yearns for something and refuses to believe it will never be hers, because hope is the… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“And hearing her breathe softly by his side, Wells understood that, as so often happened, his wife knew what he wanted so much better… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
The paths that we choose don't always take us where we want to go. Sometimes they take us where we need to go. — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
I don't think traveling back in time on an empty stomach is a good idea. — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“Ultimately it was man's limited senses which established the boundaries of the world.” — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
“That is why I need you to take into account the elasticity of time, its ability to expand or contract like an accordion regardless… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
Somehow this literary genre, which most people condemned, acted as a sort of counterbalance to Charles's soul; it was the ballast that prevented him… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
He had learned from experience that what he succeeded in putting down on paper was only ever a pale reflection of what he had… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
