A biography for Vicente Blasco Ibáñezhasn’t been written yet.
“All live and die believing that they have known love, thinking it is a common thing, because they confuse it with animal satisfaction; but love is a privilege, love is a lottery of fate, like wealth, like beauty, which only a small minority enjoy....”
“He would roam about the world carrying his recollections with him, and perhaps some day he would come to forget them, for one can live only by forgetting; but when his grief should dissolve with the years he would be left an empty man, like a smiling automaton, incapable of any affections other than meterial ones.”
“She influenced by the positivism of her race, was gazing into the future. While he was content with the present moment, not caring to know what would be the end of their love”