Alba Morera

“Per mille volte cercò gli occhi di lei, e per mille volte lei trovò i suoi.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Silk

“For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him, even now in the desert, with his looks and health wasted. 'You never know what'll set the memory off,' he told us. 'A baby's face. A bell on a cat's collar. Anything.'

They didn't exchange a single word. But in the weeks that followed, Trip spent his days wandering the halls, hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Mr. Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of playing.”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days

“Siente una especie de dolor en el pecho, intenso pero placentero. Es como si hubiera una herida, pero una herida leve, una marca en la piel que quieres acariciar, reconocer, disfrutarla por todo lo que significa para ti. Ahora que aún está, porque es posible que, pronto, desaparezca.”
― David Trueba, Learning to Lose