Federico Chini

Once words have been said there is no way to un-say them

People are like chains, the closer they are, the stronger they become.

The loss of a loved one is like the loss of a part of oneself; an arm or a leg. At first, the pain is so physical that it is hard to ignore. The trauma is so intense that the mind finds it hard to cope with the loss. With time the pain eases, the body recovers and the brain figures out new ways to go on.

If the private life of the sea could ever be transposed onto paper, it would talk not about rivers or rain or glaciers or of molecules of oxygen and hydrogen, but of the millions of encounters its waters have shared with creatures of another nature.

Writing is like sculpturing words out of a block of imagination. Sentences chisel the story, then characters make it their own.

Remorse shows the difference between a cruel person and one that is not.

It takes just one wave to capsize a boat, and one more to take it down.

There is a thin line that separates life from death, but once it's crossed, it becomes as large as an ocean, and so treacherous that it__ impossible to cross back.

There is a period for hope and one for mourning.