6 Quotes by Javier Pedro Zabala

Then the bells of the Cathedral began to ring, a slow, steady, comforting sound, and she found herself thinking back to that moment when the dream of the tiny white bird began to merge with the dream of her life and how very unaware she had been, it had been hidden from her view, this beginning, as so many things are when we are young.

Truly, the road to everlasting grief is a swift descent.

Bert gave a long low whistle, like a bullet that could bend around corners.

It is a feeling of being self-contained, existing only within the boundaries of oneself, impaled by the horn of my own thoughts, my memories bleeding out, but slowly, the moment stretching to infinity, the clocks of the world now useless, like deflated balloons that have spun around aimlessly for a while and then, sputtering, float lazily to the ground, their mechanical parts now draped over rocks and seashells, this is what death is.

Luis, who knew the language of tears better than most men, was immobilized by the crystalline purity of the girl’s sad story even more than by her radiant, vulnerable beauty. She wept as we will all weep when the world splits in two and the end hasfinally arrived. Because love is the saddest thing when it goes away. Because love is unfathomable when one is wounded so deeply. Because in such moments love does not even truly exist.

We became a trinity as holy in our own mindsas the Blessed Trinity the priests always talked about but which we could never see.