“Breathing. Only the chore and sadness of breathing and breathing, as things change from tender to dry, new to old, the night-moon that grows thin then swells, the fireless sun that lights up, the soughing of wind that transports, shatters,… — Mercè Rodoreda Copy Share Image
“And I got a strong feeling of the passage of time. Not the time of clouds and sun and rain and the moving stars… — Merce Rodoreda Copy Share Image
“They want you to be afraid. They want to believe, and they want to suffer, suffer, only suffer, and they choke the dying man… — Mercè Rodoreda Copy Share Image
“ I da će on biti srećan da upozna djevojku tako tužnih očiju koja, da, da, kada se smeje oči su joj još tužnije.… — Merce Rodoreda Copy Share Image
“Breathing. Only the chore and sadness of breathing and breathing, as things change from tender to dry, new to old, the night-moon that grows… — Mercè Rodoreda Copy Share Image
