Mafer M > Mafer's Quotes

“-It was my library, now it's yours. Only yours.
I want to cry and I can stand it. I know how much he loves his books. My books. He was giving me imagination, passion, adventure, the thoughts of others, their dreams, their misfortunes, their desires. Now they are mine too.”
― Benito Taibo, Persona normal

“You get surprised by looking back and wondering when you started not allowing anyone to approach you, to decide that deep down you did not care about anything. And surprise: all you manage to remember is a chain of small troubles. No earthquake, no gigantic traumatic event, as in the movies, where a significant event explains a whole personality. No dad or mom who left home, no surprised ex-husband in bed with your best friend. Rather: trifles of children, if anything. Minutiae, something that is almost laughable. Very small movements of indifference, of continental drift, that did not really move the floor at all, but that, millimeter after millimeter, they recorded inside you the certainty that it is better not to completely support yourself, because the floor is not stable, and You must always be ready to jump before a crack in the ground opens. And only now that, for a single night, you granted yourself a truce, you let yourself go and relaxed, only now that you finally let someone come to you and - How incredible! - not only did you not die, but you liked it more than what you could imagine, only now that you realize that until this moment everything was terribly exhausting.”
― Alice Basso, L'imprevedibile piano della scrittrice senza nome

“Words can make revolutions without having weapons.”
― Benito Taibo, Persona normal

“After those minutes of bewilderment, they hand over to the woman who transported her, cared for and fed her in this first stage of her life. Between her arms she feels again the same calmness of every night. A man approaches her and turns to her. -Cinderella recognizes the thick voice that she has also heard during her trip and that now sweetly says: -Welcome to the planet Earth, Cindy-.”
― Alejandro Mier Uribe, Andares, la vida es un cuento

“Then taken from the hand of his daughter, the youngest, the grandfather fell asleep. The furrows of his eyes reflected an exceptional fullness. His dream was beautiful, even though this time it did not include a return ticket.”
― Alejandro Mier Uribe, Andares, la vida es un cuento

“It is important that girls know the obstacles they will face throughout their lives, but it is also essential that they know that these obstacles are surmountable. Not only will they find ways to overcome them, but they can eliminate them for the women of the future, just as the women in this book have done.”
― Elena Favilli , Rebel Girls Coloring Book Set

“No matter your age, religion or ethnic origin. Sport is good for everyone. Sport generates peace and unites nations. No matter what the challenges are, never stray from your dreams. The more you persist, the closer you will get to your goals. When things get tough, become harder than them.”
― Elena Favilli, Rebel Girls Coloring Book Set

“Before leaving, he wrote: "I am aware of the dangers, I want to do it because I want to do it. Women should try to do the same things as men. If we fail, our failure will be a challenge for others.”
― Elena Favilli, Rebel Girls Coloring Book Set

“He remembered the time hi fished the female of a pair of swordfish. The male always lets the female eat first, and she, by biting the hook, struggled in a wild, desperate and panicky battle that soon exhausted her. All the time the male stayed with her, crossing the line and circling her partner on the surface. He was so close that the old man had been afraid that he would cut the rope with his tail, which was sharpened like a scythe and almost of that shape and size. The old man put the hook in, hit her, caught the sword, edge like sandpaper and pounded on the tip of the head until her color became almost like the back of a mirror, and then, with the boy's help, lifted her up to put her on board. The male stayed on the side of the boat. Later, when the old man cleaned the strings and prepared the harpoon, the male jumped very high in the air, next to the boat, to see where his partner where, and finally he plunged into the deepest, with blue-reddish wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and with all stripes of the same color in sight. "He was beautiful," recalled the old man, "and he stayed until the end.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The old man and the sea