Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

...ответил я с энтузиазмом, которого не чувствовал.

Здесь ничто не говорило о времени, в котором мы жили. Бенджамин Сентис предпочёл для себя плюсквамперфект.

The night I met him [he] told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for. He was given wealth, fame, and power, yet his soul yearned only for spiritual peace so that he could silence the shadows in his heart...

Amilyen ősi, oly biztos e tapasztalat: mondd meg, mivel dicsekszel, s én megmondom, mi hiányzik leginkább belőled.