Eloise > Eloise's Quotes

“One thing never changed: the brilliant charge of their infrequent couplings was darkened by the sense of time flying, never enough time, never enough.”
― Annie Proux, Brokeback Mountain

“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
― J. D. Salinger

“Why not seize the pleasure at once? -- How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”
― Simone de Beauvoir

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Gallagher hablaba muy deprisa. Todo aquello pasaba muy deprisa, desequilibrándolo. Y no había tomado nada más fuerte que cerveza en toda la noche. Lo único que le pasaba era que Hazel Jones se le había subido un poco a la cabeza.”
― Joyce Carol Oates

“Love is, above all, insanity.”
― Giovanni Frazzetto, How We Feel

“I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in the sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it never occured to them to do anything less then perfectly the first time. Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I'd suddenly know that I Belonged among them, that I was one of them, that I'd been meant to be one of them all along, and everything in the meantime had been a mistake; and they'd know it too. I'd be like the ugly duckling among the swans.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road

“She just happened to feel like it. Wasn’t that after all, the only reason there was? Had she ever had a less selfish, more complicated reason for doing anything in her life?”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road

“Si te caes te levanto y sino me acuesto contigo”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“Y debo decir que confío plenamente en la casualidad de haberte conocido. Que nunca intentaré olvidarte, y que si lo hiciera, no lo conseguiría.”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“Parecía especializarse en causas perdidas. Perderlas primero y después largarse atrás como un loco.”
― Julio Cortázar, Rayuela

“Qué raro, verdad, que una mujer no pueda olerse como la huele el hombre.”
― Julio Cortázar, Rayuela

“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

“I think man will never renounce real suffering, that is destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

“I made up adventures and divesed a life for myself so as to live, at least somehow, a little.”
― Fiodor Dostoievski

“It is impossible, for example, while preserving reason, to want senselessness.”
― Fiodor Dostoievski, Memorias del Subsuelo

“I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.”
― Patrick Marber, Closer: A Play

“It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place. You hoped to know Ellington Feint forever, but there's no such thing as forever, really. Everything is much shorter than that.”
― Lemony Snicket, Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?

“He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

“Pero, ¿por qué esa manía de querer encontrar explicación a todos los actos de la vida?”
― Ernesto Sábato, El túnel

“Pero no sé qué ganará con verme. Hago mal a todos los que se me acercan.”
― Ernesto Sabato, El túnel

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
― anaïs nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974

“Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad.”
― Federico García Lorca, Bodas de sangre

“Vamos al rincón oscuro,
donde yo siempre te quiera,
que no me importe la gente,
ni el veneno que nos echa.”
― Federico García Lorca, Bodas de sangre

“También yo quiero dejarte
si pienso como se piensa.
Pero voy donde tú vas.
Tú también. Da un paso. Prueba.
Clavos de luna nos funden
mi cintura y tus caderas.”
― Federico García Lorca, Bodas de sangre

“y una vez más se estremeció con la comprobación de que el tiempo no pasaba, como ella lo acababa de admitir, sino que daba vueltas en redondo.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Cien años de soledad

“Era tan apremiante la pasión restaurada, que en más de una ocasión se miraron a los ojos cuando se disponían a comer, y sin decirse nada, taparon los platos y se fueron a morirse de hambre y de amor en el dormitorio.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad y un homenaje: Discursos de Gabriel García Márquez y Carlos Fuentes

“Una tarde, cuando todos dormían la siesta, no resisitó más y fue a su dormitorio. Lo encontró en calzoncillos, despierto, tendido en la hamaca que había colgadio de de los horcones con cables de amarrar barcos. La impresionó tanto su enorme desnudez tarabiscoteada que sintió el impulso de retroceder. «Pedone», se excuso. «No sabía que estaba aquí.» pero apago la voz para no despertar a nadie. «Ven acá», dijo él. Rebeca obedeció. Se detuvo junto a la hamaca, sudando hielo, sintiendo que se le fromaban nudos en las tripas, mientras José Arcadio le acariciaba los tobillos con la yema de los dedos, y luego las pantorrillas y luego los muslos, murmurando: «Ay, hermanita; ay, hermanita» Ella tuvo que hacer un esfuerzo sobrenatural para no morirse cuando una potencia ciclónica asombrosamente regulada la levantó por la cintura y la despojo de su intimidad con tres zarpazos, y la descuartizó como a un pajarito. Alcanzó a dar gracias a Dios por haber nacido, antes de perder la conciencia en el placer inconcebible de aquel dolor insportable, chapaleando en el pantano humeante de la hamaca que absorbió como un papel secante la explosión de su sangre.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude