Myrto Garefalaki > Myrto's Quotes

“I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”
― sylvia plath, The Bell Jar

“—Las quemas las hacen los hombres, chiquita. Siempre nos quemaron. Ahora nos quemamos nosotras. Pero no nos vamos a morir: vamos a mostrar nuestras cicatrices.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

“En los sueños no se siente dolor.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

“. . . [P]eople don't want freedom. They only want to consume. They look at the commercials, totally captivated, and get into debt so they can buy everything.”
― Antonio Skármeta, Los días del arcoíris

“Los fantasmas son reales. Y no siempre vienen los que uno llama.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Nuestra parte de noche

“Yo prefiero olvidarlas porque olvidar a la gente que solo se conoció en palabras es extraño, mientras existieron fueron más intensas que lo real y ahora son más distantes que los desconocidos.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

“La gente triste no tiene piedad.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

“Me faltan kilos, me sobran ropa, personas, horas. ¿En qué momento me darán ganas de ir y tirarme por la ventana? Quizá deba admitir que la tristeza me acomoda porque soy egoísta.”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías

“¿Por qué los llaman desaparecidos y no se atreven a llamarlos muertos? Porque los muertos somos los que los buscamos, ellos siempre, siempre seguirán vivos.”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías

“Porque engendrar odio es fácil, lo difícil es poder superar eso,”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías

“No importa lo que se diga al respecto: muerto es mejor que desaparecido. Los desaparecidos son fosas comunes que se nos abren por dentro y quienes las sufrimos lo único que ansiamos es poder enterrarlos ya. Dejar de desmenbrarnos tendón por tendón, hilo de sangre por hilos de hiel, porque incluso para cada gota es un calvario caer.”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías

“Yo lo odiaba, no le perdonaba que se atreviera a tener una vida. Iba a trabajar, pagaba las cuentas, se hacía el bueno. Pero, ¿qué clase de bondad hay en un hombre que no sufre todos los días la pérdida de su hijo?”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías

“llegué a sentir respeto por las personas que son capaces de hablar y contar sus emociones. De compartir, de empatizar. Yo sentía que tenía algo atorado entre los pulmones, la tráquea, las cuerdas vocales. Me dolía querer hablar, como cuando una mano te asfixia.”
― Brenda Navarro, Casas vacías