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  • #1
    Toni Morrison
    “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #2
    Toni Morrison
    “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #3
    William Faulkner
    “You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
    William Faulkner

  • #4
    Ayn Rand
    “Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #5
    Ayn Rand
    “[Dean] “My dear fellow, who will let you?”

    [Roark] “That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #6
    Katherine Anne Porter
    “I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.”
    Katherine Anne Porter

  • #7
    Ezra Pound
    “There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight”
    Ezra Pound

  • #8
    J.K. Rowling
    “Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

  • #10
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #11
    C.S. Pacat
    To get what you want, you have to know exactly how much you are willing to give up.

    Never had he wanted something this badly, and held it in his hands knowing that tomorrow it would be gone, traded for the high cliffs of Ios, and the uncertain future across the border, the chance to stand before his brother, to ask him for all the answers that no longer seemed important. A kingdom, or this.”
    S.U. Pacat, Captive Prince: Volume Two

  • #12
    Jane Austen
    “Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #13
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “—Los libros son espejos: sólo se ve en ellos lo que uno ya lleva dentro —replicó Julián.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, La sombra del viento

  • #14
    “It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

  • #15
    Stephen Fry
    “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

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.
    Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

  • #17
    Christine Kabus
    “Mira siempre el lado más brillante de la vida. ¿Y si no existe? Entonces frota el oscuro hasta que brille.”
    Christine Kabus, En el corazón de los fiordos
    tags: vida

  • #18
    Mariana Palova
    “(...) llámenlo soledad o desesperación, pero a veces el mundo tiene que tratarte de la peor manera para hacerte anhelar lo mejor que existe en él. Es por eso que siempre he querido una familia (...)”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #19
    Mariana Palova
    “Hay algo que no acabo de entender, tanto de las religiones como de mí mismo, que no me deja abrazarme al consuelo de que hay seres invisibles y piadosos allá afuera, observándonos y cuidándonos. Porque ninguna de las criaturas «invisibles» que yo conozco son misericordiosas. Ni por asomo.”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #20
    Mariana Palova
    “(...) vencer a la muerte no es solo sobrevivir: también se trata de decidir, por uno mismo, los motivos por los cuales enfrentarse a ella.”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #21
    Mariana Palova
    “—Nuestra vida jamás va a estar asegurada —dice—, pero recuerda que hemos pactado morir por los nuestros, al lado de los nuestros. Porque si no vemos que más allá de ser un deber, es un honor, entonces ninguna de nuestras luchas estaría justificada.”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #22
    Mariana Palova
    “Él traga duro y, con ello, un olor delicioso llega hasta los agujeros de mi hocico. Lo aspiro y siento un enorme gusto que me hace gruñir de deseo. Es un olor frío, a carne y sangre helada... es el olor del miedo.”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #23
    Mariana Palova
    “Eso también me ha enseñado a no avergonzarme de mis emociones; a admitir que sentir miedo, dolor o anhelo por dar y recibir afecto no me vuelve más débil y que no necesito encajar en ningún modelo de hombre para ser, precisamente, un hombre.”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #24
    John Muir
    “When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.”
    John Muir

  • #25
    Mariana Palova
    “Siempre creí que la clave para encajar en el mundo era tratando de parecerme al resto de la gente, así que nunca me imaginé que encontraría mi verdadero hogar en medio de seres infinitamente distintos los unos de los otros".”
    Mariana Palova, El señor del Sabbath

  • #26
    “Here is what they don’t tell you:

    Icarus laughed as he fell.
    Threw his head back and
    yelled into the winds,
    arms spread wide,
    teeth bared to the world.

    (There is a bitter triumph
    in crashing when you should be
    soaring.)

    The wax scorched his skin,
    ran blazing trails down his back,
    his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
    Feathers floated like prayers
    past his fingers,
    close enough to snatch back.
    Death breathed burning kisses
    against his shoulders,
    where the wings joined the harness.
    The sun painted everything
    in shades of gold.

    (There is a certain beauty
    in setting the world on fire
    and watching from the centre
    of the flames.)”
    Fiona



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