That we're going to die is something we know from the moment we are born, That's why, in some ways, it's as if we were born dead.

With the passing of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we were verbally trying deny.

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

For the first time she asked herself if she has some good reason for wanting to go on living. She should find no reply, replies do not always come when needed, and it often happens that the only possible reply is to wait for them.

[...] For the first time she asked herself if she has some good reason for wanting to go on living. She should find no reply, replies do not always come when needed, and it often happens that the only possible reply is to wait for them.

The trouble with this dog is that it has grown too close to human beings, it will suffer as they do.

... that destiny has to make many turnings before arriving anywhere, destiny alone knows what it has cost ...

don't think that blindness has made us better people, It hasn't made us any worse, We're on our way though, just look at what happens when it's time to share out the food

We're going back to being primitive hordes, with the difference that we are not a few thousand men and women in an immense, unspoiled nature, but thousands of millions in an uprooted, exhausted world, And blind .....