“And a while later: 'It is a strange sort of pain.' Softly. 'To die of yearning for something you'll never experience.” — Alessandro Baricco Pain Copy Share Image
I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger… — Alessandro Baricco Boredom Copy Share Image
“Every so often I wonder what on earth we are waiting for. Silence. For it to be too late, Madame.” — Alessandro Baricco Nature Copy Share Image
“It was surprising to consider that in fact there were signs, that is the embers of a voice destroyed by fire.” — Alessandro Baricco Fire Copy Share Image
“When loneliness mastered him he would go up to the cemetery...The rest of his time was taken up with a liturgy of… — Alessandro Baricco Cemetery Copy Share Image
“Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.' He said. 'Nothing more, never.” — Alessandro Baricco Life Copy Share Image
“Il resto del suo tempo lo consumava in una liturgia di abitudini che riuscivano a difenderlo dall’infelicità.” — Alessandro Baricco Copy Share Image
Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and… — Alessandro Baricco Crosses Copy Share Image
“Accadono cose che sono come domande.Passa un minuto oppure anni e poi la vita risponde. Things happen that are like questions. Times… — Alessandro Baricco Amor Copy Share Image
“Occasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed… — Alessandro Baricco Windy day Copy Share Image
“Solo a Hélène non riusciva a mentire. -è proprio necessario che parta, Baldabiou? -No. -E allora perché? -Io non posso fermarlo. E… — Alessandro Baricco Copy Share Image
The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence… — Alessandro Baricco Computers Copy Share Image
“Sand as far as the eye can see, between the last hills and the sea -- the sea -- in the cold… — Alessandro Baricco Cold air Copy Share Image
“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone -a… — Alessandro Baricco Delicacy Copy Share Image
