Nea Poulain > Nea's Quotes

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“Ave María Purísima: me acuso de ser yo por todas partes. O sea de querer siempre ser otra. Y hasta peor: conseguirlo.”
― Xavier Velasco, Diablo Guardián

“La esperanza podía trastornar a una persona hasta hacerla rozar la locura.”
― Laura Gallego García, La emperatriz de los etéreos

“Si los ángeles pueden matar, ¿por qué nosotros no podemos amar?”
― Laura Gallego García, Dos velas para el diablo

“Sabes que tengo que matarte y no lo he hecho todavía, ni tengo intención de hacerlo, y no te imaginas la cantidad de problemas que me puede acarrar eso. ¿Me preguntas si me importas? ¿A ti que te parece?”
― Laura Gallego García, La resistencia

“Supongo que nos dan más morbo las cosas malas, las imágenes de violencia. Nos hacen sentir seguros en nuestras casas y cómodos en nuestras vidas, o nos hunden en la miseria y nos reafirman en nuestra creencia de que el mundo es una mierda.”
― Laura Gallego García, Dos velas para el diablo

“Yo he visto cosas, he vivido cosas. No creo en el destino."

Salamandra”
― Laura Gallego García, La llamada de los muertos

“Puedo dominarte. Porque fui humana y te conozco. Porque fui demonio y te comprendo. Y porque fui un ángel y no te temo.”
― Laura Gallego García, Alas de fuego

“Te pedí que no te marcharas sin despedirte, Cat.”
― Laura Gallego García, Dos velas para el diablo

“Nadie imagina todos los alaridos que se ocultan tras el silencio de los tímidos. Dejaríamos sordo al universo entero si nos lo propusiéramos.”
― Xavier Velasco, La edad de la punzada

“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“We all have a secret buried under lock and key in the attic of our soul”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.”
― Amy Tan, The Bonesetter's Daughter

“Quiero que nuestro amor sea tan grande que nos duela por dentro”
― Amy Tan, The Valley of Amazement

“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“The first sentence of the truth is always the hardest. Each of us had a first sentence, and most of us found the strength to say it out loud to someone who deserved to hear it. What we hoped, and what we found, was that the second sentence of the truth is always easier than the first, and the third sentence is even easier than that. Suddenly you are speaking the truth in paragraphs, in pages. The fear, the nervousness, is still there, but it is joined by a new confidence. All along, you've used the first sentence as a lock. But now you find that it's the key.”
― David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing

“Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.”
― David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from me.”
― William Faulkner, The Reivers

“Sin embargo, antes de llegar al verso final ya había comprendido que no saldría jamás de ese cuarto, pues estaba previsto que la ciudad de los espejos ( o los espejismos) sería arrasada por el viento y desterrada de la memoria de los hombres en el instante en que Aureliano Babilonio acabara de descifrar los pergaminos, y que todo lo escrito en ellos era irrepetible desde siempre y para siempre, porque las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenian una segunda oportunidad sobre la tierra.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y cañabrava construidas a la orilla de un río de aguas diáfanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehistóricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre, y para mencionarlas había que señalarlas con el dedo".”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad

“Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war

Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war

Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the child is lost”
― Steven Moffat

“We're often silent. We don't yell and we don't complain. We're patient, as always. Because we don't have the words yet. We're afraid to talk about it. We don't know how. It's not an ordinary experience, and the questions it raises are not ordinary. The world has been split in two: there's us, the Chernobylites, and then there's you, the others. Have you noticed? No one here points out that they're Russian or Belarussian or Ukrainian. We all call ourselves Chernobylites. "We're from Chernobyl." "I'm a Chernobylite." As if this is a separate people. A new nation.”
― Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster

“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

“Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?”
― Xavier Velasco, Diablo Guardián

“Las manos de los hombres no saben usar máscaras. Los hombres ponen duras las facciones hasta para sentirse guapos, pero las manos siempre los delatan. Cuando unas manos de hombre no te dicen nada, lo más probable es que el fulano sea un pendejito sin carácter.”
― Xavier Velasco, Diablo Guardián

“Hubo un tiempo en que envidiaba a los héroes. A los que habían participado en los grandes acontecimientos. A los que habían vivido épocas de ruptura, momentos cruciales de la historia. Soñaba [...] Pero ahora pienso de otro modo; no quiero convertirme en historia, no quiero vivir una época histórica como la de ahora.”
― Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster

“¿Cómo elegir entre el amor y la muerte? ¿Entre el pasado y el ignorado presente? ¿Y quién se creerá con derecho a echar en cara a otras esposas y madres que no se quedaran junto a sus maridos e hijos? Junto a esos elementos radiactivos. En su mundo se vio alterado incluso el amor. Hasta la muerte.
Ha cambiado todo. Todo menos nosotros.”
― Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster