49 Quotes by Paolo Giordano

In the end we are almost never happy or unhappy because of what happens to us; we are one or the other depending on the humor that flows inside us.

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.

Parlavano poco, ma trascorrevano il tempo insieme, ognuno concentrato sulla propria voragine, con l’altro che lo teneva stretto e in salvo, senza bisogno di tante parole.

She couldn’t remember what they had talked about, only that she had looked at her rapt from a place just behind her eyes, a place full of jumbled thoughts that she had kept to herself even then.