Marisol > Marisol's Quotes

“Una de las cosas más agradables de la vida: ver cómo se filtra el sol entre las hojas”
― Mario Benedetti

“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
― Charles W. Eliot

“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Is there no way out of the mind?”
― Sylvia Plath

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Tengo la horrible sensación de que pasa el tiempo y no hago nada y nada acontece, y nada me conmueve hasta la raíz”
― Mario Benedetti, La tregua

“Cada vez que te enamores no expliques a nadie nada, deja que el amor te invada sin entrar en pormenores”
― Mario Benedetti

“El Olvido está lleno de Memoria”
― Mario Benedetti, El olvido está lleno de memoria

“Lo perdido tuvo color pero ahora es incoloro. Los latidos del gastado corazón invaden nuestra noche, pero el insomnio actual tiene otra partitura. Lo perdido es también un par o dos de labios que probaron el sabor de los míos, y que ahora tan sólo puedo besar en mi memoria.”
― mario benedetti

“Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.”
― Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World

“I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.'

I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Yo soy mi propio hogar, mi lugar es este en el que me encuentro y nada puede impedirlo, como cuando ese fabuloso azul antes del alba da paso rápidamente a un amanecer de una belleza distinta.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Lagartija