Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
¡Ay, tiempos aquellos en que aún quedaban instantes en que uno parecía como sospechar la felicidad, y qué lejanos me parecéis ahora!
Camilo José Cela
La familia de Pascual Duarte
'I'm afraid of becoming nothing, too,' I said, 'but I have a friend who says she shudders at the thought of her having been nothing for billions of years before she was born.'
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more.
Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.