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“Ahora, señor Harris, estará usted probablemente esperando que le diga que le di patadas al arbusto o que me eché a llorar o que corrí al aparcamiento y monté una escena. Pues siento decepcionarle y todo eso, pero me quedé con la cara completamente tranquila y el cuerpo completamente inmóvil. Lo único que hice fue romper una telaraña, partiéndola en dos con el canto de la mano. Una mitad se quedó en el muro y la otra mitad balanceándose de una rama, y esa es la única prueba que hay en el mundo de que sentí que algo se me rompía por dentro.”
― Annabel Pitcher, Ketchup Clouds

“When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.”
― Margaret Walker

“Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“How do you know you're not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: 'I like strong women.' If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because 'I like strong women' is code for: 'I hate strong women.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? So that's how the hating first began. I've thought about this a lot, and that's where it started, I think.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“We weren’t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves – surprise! – we were poison. We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“I'm the bitch who makes you a man.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“So do you believe in second chances?" I bite my lip.
"Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. If the person is right," he adds.
"If the person is... Lola?"
This time, he holds my gaze. "Only if the other person is Cricket.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“And if I'm the stars, Cricket Bell is entire galaxies.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, "Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“And I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“Cricket removes his hand. I blink at him, and he cautiously offers his arm.
I hesitate.
And then I take it.
And then we're so close that I smell him. I smell him.
His scent is clean like a bar of soap, but with a sweet hint of mechanical oil. We don't speak as he leads me across the street to the bus stop. I press against him. Just a little. His other arm jumps, and he lowers it. But then he raises it again, slowly, and his hand comes to rest on top of mine. It scorches. The heat carries a message: I care about you. I want to be connected to you. Don't let go.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I do think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to know that he has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And I want to press my palm against his chest to feel it beat, to prove he's really here.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“Write to me Emmi. Writing is like kissing, but without lips. Writing is kissing with the mind.”
― Daniel Glattauer, Love Virtually

“Cuando veo que llega un mensaje tuyo, me palpita el corazón. Hoy, ayer y hace siete meses.”
― Daniel Glattauer, Gut gegen Nordwind

“Tú eres la única que está cerca de mí aunque no esté conmigo.”
― Daniel Glattauer

“...una utopía de amor hecha de letras”
― Daniel Glattauer

“Pero es que no me deja en paz. Me invade y me bloquea. No sólo está cerca de mí, ya está dentro de mí”
― Daniel Glattauer

“- Hoy es mi cumpleaños -le contestó Katrin.
- ¿En serio? -preguntó él.
- Treinta -respondió ella con rotundidad.
- ¡No me digas! Entonces tenemos que celebrarlo -dijo él- ¿Qué te gustaría de regalo?
- Tú -contestó ella.
- Bueno, mejor algo que no tengas, ¿no? -insistió él.”
― Daniel Glattauer, La huella de un beso

“Y algún día nos cruzaremos en un bar o en el metro. Fingiremos no reconocernos o no vernos, nos apartaremos rápidamente. Sentiremos vergüenza por lo que ha sido de «lo nuestro», por lo que ha quedado: Nada. Dos extraños con un ficticio pasado común, por el que tanto tiempo y con tanto descaro se habían dejado engañar.”
― Daniel Glattauer, Gut gegen Nordwind

“I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“Ed, it was everything, those nights on the phone, everything we said until late became later and then later and very late and finally to go to bed with my ear warm and worn and red from holding the phone close close close so as not to miss a word of what it was, because who cared how tired I was in the humdrum slave drive of our days without each other. I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did. But that’s why right there it was doomed. We couldn’t only have the magic nights buzzing through the wires. We had to have the days, too, the bright impatient days spoiling everything with their unavoidable schedules, their mandatory times that don’t overlap, their loyal friends who don’t get along, the unforgiven travesties torn from the wall no matter what promises are uttered past midnight, and that's why we broke up.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“Twenty-six,” you said. “One for each day we’ve been together, Min.”Somebody oohed. Somebody shushed them.
“And I hope that someday I’ll do another something stupid and I’ll have to say it a million times because that’s how long it’ll be, together with you, Min. With you.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up