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“There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“I find myself looking into people's eyes more than I ever did before. And I realize, that's where we stop being a certain gender or color. Just look right into the center of the eye.”
― David Levithan, Another Day

“...I read it a lot, whenever I find it in a library. Partly because I find new things every time I read it, but also because these books are always there for me. All of them are there for me. My life changes all the time, but books don't change. Your reading of them changes--you can bring new things to them each time. But the words are familiar words. The world is a place you've been before, and it welcomes you back.”
― David Levithan, Another Day

“We become, for a few short seconds, our own time zone.”
― David Levithan, Someday

“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

-Mr. Darcy”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?"

"For the liveliness of your mind, I did.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“I have the highest respect for your nerves, they are my old friends.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“The enormity of my desire disgusts me.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“Cuando los cronopios cantan sus canciones preferidas, se entusiasman de tal manera que con frecuencia se dejan atropellar por camiones y ciclistas, se caen por la ventana, y pierden lo que llevaban en los bolsillos y hasta la cuenta de los días.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Y allá en el fondo está la muerte si no corremos y llegamos antes y comprendemos que ya no importa.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Negarse a que el acto delicado de girar el picaporte, ese acto por el cual todo podría transformarse, se cumpla con la fría eficacia de un reflejo cotidiano.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“El lunes una parte de la familia se fue a sus respectivos empleos y ocupaciones, ya que de algo hay que morir,”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Pero las cosas invisibles necesitan encarnarse, las ideas caen a la tierra como palomas muertas.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Y no que esté mal si las cosas nos encuentran otra vez cada día y son las mismas.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Cuando de mañana se lavan la cara, les acaricio las mejillas, les lamo la nariz y me voy, vagamente seguro de haber hecho bien.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart”
― Gayle Forman, If I Stay

“It makes me happy to imagine them drinking tea or going to the movies together, still connected to each other by the invisible chain of a family that no longer exists.”
― Gayle Forman, If I Stay

“She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.”
― Gayle Forman, Where She Went

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
― Jane Austen

“Esos músicos son contemporáneos de Orfeo, porque las diferencias cronológicas se borran en la memoria de los muertos; y yo estoy muerto, profesor, tan muerto como aquellos de sus amigos que descansan dos metros bajo tierra.”
― Julio Verne, 20.000 leguas de viaje submarino