But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play-I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Baina, gela batek duen kasualitatezko kolore tonu bat, edo noizpaiteko goiz zeru bat, zuk behin maitatu, eta geroztik berarekin batera oroimen sotilak dakarzkizun usain gozo berezi bat, ustekabean atzera berriro aurkitu duzun poema ahantzi baten errenkada bat, zuk jotzeari laga diozun musika pieza baten kadentzia bat..., esaten dizut nik, Dorian, holako gauzen gainean dagoela gure bizitza eraikita.