More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
Lies crushed day and night become truths.
When I thought I was going to lose my mind in the face of so much suffering. This is how I discovered that a human being cannot live without believing.
He felt immense tenderness for her. He was sure that he would always love her, for my happiness and also my misfortune.
It is easier to imagine the death of one person than that of a hundred or a thousand... Multiplied, suffering becomes abstract. It is not easy to be moved by abstract things.
Don't ask me why, because I'm not even going to tell you dead. I'm never going to tell you that I love you even if she loves you.
Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it.
Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.
No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.
I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.
Almost seventy years later I remember clearly how the magic of translating the words in books into images enriched my life, breaking the barriers of time and space...