Vicky > Vicky's Quotes

“Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.”
― Svetlana Aleksievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster

“Paths are made by walking”
― Franz Kafka

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass

“Be what I think? But I think of being so many things!”
― Fernando Pessoa, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems

“I’m nothing. I’ll always be nothing. I can’t want to be something. But I have in me all the dreams of the world.”
― Fernando Pessoa, Fernando Pessoa & Co.: Selected Poems

“Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.”
― Theodor W. Adorno

“Los cronopios, en cambio, esos seres desordenados y tibios, dejan los recuerdos sueltos por la casa, entre alegres gritos, y ellos andan por el medio y cuando pasa corriendo uno, lo acarician con suavidad y le dicen: 'No vayas a lastimarte', y también: 'Cuidado con los escalones'.”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Al llegar al corazón el tiempo no puede ya medirse, y en la infinita rosa violeta del centro el cronopio encuentra un gran contento...”
― Julio Cortázar, Historias de cronopios y de famas

“Cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un pequeño infierno florido... un nuevo pedazo frágil y precario de ti mismo, algo que es tuyo pero no es tu cuerpo, que hay que atar a tu cuerpo con su correa como un bracito desesperado colgándose de tu muñeca. Te regalan la necesidad de darle cuerda todos los días... la obsesión de atender a la hora exacta en las vitrinas de las joyerías, en el anuncio por la radio, en el servicio telefónico. Te regalan el miedo de perderlo, de que te lo roben, de que se te caiga al suelo y se rompa. Te regalan su marca, y la seguridad de que es una marca mejor que las otras, te regalan la tendencia a comparar tu reloj con los demás relojes. No te regalan un reloj, tú eres el regalado, a ti te ofrecen para el cumpleaños del reloj.”
― Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas

“Antes de definirte tú misma, los demás te dibujaban los contornos con sus prejuicios y sus violencias.”
― Alana S. Portero, La mala costumbre

“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
― Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God

“Some memories never heal. Rather than fading with the passage of time, those memories become the only things that are left behind when all else is abraded. The world darkens, like electric bulbs going out one by one. I am aware that I am not a safe person.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“The work of memory collapses time.”
― Walter Benjamin