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“Es que habría que saber aceptar las cosas como se dan, y apreciar lo bueno que te pase, aunque no dure. Porque nada es para siempre.”
― Manuel Puig, Kiss of the Spider Woman

“It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.”
― Dorothy Parker

“The world may think it idiotic,
Nor care at all we're symbiotic,
But I will say at once and twice:
I find it nice. I find it nice.”
― Edward Gorey, Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer

“Après tout…, reprit le docteur, et il hésita encore, regardant Tarrou avec attention, c’est une chose qu’un homme comme vous peut comprendre, n’est-ce pas, mais puisque l’ordre de monde est réglé par la mort, peut-être vaut-il mieux pour Dieu qu’on ne croie pas en lui et qu’on lutte de toutes ses forces contre la mort, sans lever les yeux vers le ciel où il se tait.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.”
― Groucho Marx

“Les mots sont indépendants, comme les chats, et ils ne font pas ce que vous voulez. Vous avez beau les aimer, les flatter, leur parler doucement, il s'échappent et partent à l'aventure.”
― Jacques Poulin

“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.”
― Stephen Fry

“L'amitié a des grandeurs inconnues de l'amour. Elle se fortifie dans les difficultés, alors que les contraintes massacrent l'amour. Elle résiste au temps qui laisse et désunit les couples. Elle a des élévations inconnues de l'amour.”
― Mariama Bâ, So Long a Letter

“I do hope you'll forgive me if I overwhelm you with talk. When I meet somebody who's heard that books exist, I'm afraid I go off like a bottle of warm beer.”
― George Orwell

“You are never stronger...than when you land on the other side of despair.”
― Zadie Smith, White Teeth

“Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them,” she says now. “You can miss a person every day, and still be glad that they are no longer in your life.”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”
― Isaac Asimov

“The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“To read with diligence; not to rest satisfied with a light and superficial knowledge, nor quickly to assent to things commonly spoken”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“God created war so that Americans would learn geography.”
― Mark Twain

“A rabbi had a conversation with the Lord about Heaven and Hell. “I will show you Hell,” said the Lord, and he led the rabbi into a room containing a large round table. The people sitting around the table were famished and desperate. In the middle of the table was an enormous pot of stew that smelled so delicious that the rabbi’s mouth watered. Each person around the table held a spoon with a very long handle. Although the long spoons just reached the pot, their handles were longer than the would-be diners’ arms: thus, unable to bring food to their lips, no one could eat. The rabbi saw that their suffering was terrible indeed.


“Now I will show you Heaven,” said the Lord, and they went into another room, exactly the same as the first. There was the same large round table, the same pot of stew. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons—but here everyone was well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The rabbi could not understand. “It is simple, but it requires a certain skill,” said the Lord. “In this room, you see, they have learned to feed each other.”
― Irving Yalom

“The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open. ”
― Philip Roth, The Dying Animal

“Pour liquider un peuple, on commence par lui enlever la mémoire. On détruit ses livres, sa culture, son histoire. Puis quelqu’un d’autre lui écrit d’autres livres, lui donne une autre culture, lui invente une autre histoire. Ensuite, le peuple commence à oublier ce qu’il est, et ce qu’il était.”
― Léonora Miano, Rouge impératrice

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison

“Siempre imaginé que el Paraíso sería algún tipo de biblioteca.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Guerra o indiferencia, no se sabe cuál de las dos es más fácil de lidiar.”
― Laura Restrepo, Delirio

“The entire pre-Columbian literature of Mexico, a vast library of tens of thousands of codices, was carefully and systematically destroyed by the priests and friars who followed in the wake of the conquistadors. In November 1530, for example, Bishop Juan de Zumárraga, who had shortly before been apointed 'Protector of the Indians' by the Spanish crown, proceeded to 'protect' his flock by burning at the stake a Mexican aristocrat, the lord of the city of Texcoco, whom he accused of having worshipped the rain god. In the city's marketplace Zumárraga 'had a pyramid formed of the documents of Aztec history, knowledge and literature, their paintings, manuscripts, and hieroglyphic writings, all of which he committed to the flames while the natives cried and prayed.'
More than 30 years later, the holocaust of documents was still under way. In July 1562, in the main square of Mani (just south of modern Merida in the Yucatan), Bishop Diego de Landa burned thousands of Maya codices, story paintings, and hieroglyphs inscribed on rolled-up deer skins. He boasted of destroying countless 'idols' and 'altars,' all of which he described as 'works of the devil, designed by the evil one to delude the Indians and to prevent them from accepting Christianity.' Noting that the Maya 'used certain characters or letters, which they wrote in their books about the antiquities and their sciences' he informs us: 'We found a great number of books in these letters, and since they contained nothing but superstitions and falsehoods of the devil we burned them all, which they took most grievously and which gave them great pain.”
― Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization

“For many years I have regarded the Pentateuch simply as a record of a barbarous people, in which are found a great number of the ceremonies of savagery, many absurd and unjust laws, and thousands of ideas inconsistent with known and demonstrated facts. To me it seemed almost a crime to teach that this record was written by inspired men; that slavery, polygamy, wars of conquest and extermination were right, and that there was a time when men could win the approbation of infinite Intelligence, Justice, and Mercy, by violating maidens and by butchering babes.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“La edad adulta trae consigo la ilusión perniciosa del control, y acaso dependa de ella. Quiero decir que es ese espejismo de dominio sobre nuestra propia vida lo que nos permite sentirnos adultos, pues asociamos la adultez con la autonomía, el soberano derecho a determinar lo que va a sucedernos enseguida. El desengaño viene más pronto o más tarde, pero viene siempre, no falta a la cita, nunca lo ha hecho.”
― Juan Gabriel Vásquez, El ruido de las cosas al caer

“Si Eva hubiera escrito el Génesis, ¿cómo sería la primera noche de amor
del género humano? Eva hubiera empezado por aclarar que ella no nació de
ninguna costilla, ni conoció a ninguna serpiente, ni ofreció manzanas a nadie,
y que Dios nunca le dijo que parirás con dolor y tu marido te dominará. Que
todas esas historias son puras mentiras que Adán contó a la prensa.”
― Eduardo Hughes Galeano, Upside Down: A Primer for the Looking-Glass World