Carla

“I realized she wanted many things at the same time, and that kept her in a permanent state of dissatisfaction.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lying Life of Adults

“In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

“Most of us mortals never get to know our real destiny; we're just trampled by it. By the time we raise our heads and see it moving off down the road, it's already too late, and we have to walk the rest of the way along the straight and narrow ditch the dreamers call maturity. Hope is no more than the belief that that moment hasn't yet come, that we might still manage to see our real destiny when it draws near and jump on board before the chance of being ourselves disappears forever, condemning us to live in emptiness, missing what should have been and never was.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Labyrinth of the Spirits

“we only remember what never really happened.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina