Vic

“Thus the time passed. Toby stopped counting it. In any case, time is not a thing that passes, said Pilar: it’s a sea on which you float.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

“When she looked at herself in her wedding photographs, Ammu felt the woman that looked back at her was someone else. A foolish jewelled bride. Her silk sunset-coloured sari shot with gold. Rings on every finger. White dots of sandalwood paste over her arched eye-brows. Looking at herself like this, Ammu's soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory - not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted herself to be so painstakingly decorated before being led to the gallows. It seemed so absurd. So futile.
Like polishing firewood.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“It’s easy to think that as a result of the extinction of the dodo, we are now sadder and wiser, but there’s a lot of evidence to suggest that we are merely sadder and better informed.”
― Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See

“Es el ansia de perfección la que asesina los afectos, la sed de absoluto, el miedo a la costumbre, la perenne nostalgia de imposibles, la negativa constante a aceptarnos como somos y a aceptar a los demás por lo que son. Cuando uno no se entiende a sí mismo es imposible que entienda que otros le amen, y es imposible por tanto que respete a aquellos que le quieren. Pero el tiempo nos ofrece sólo dos opciones: o asumir lo que somos, o abandonar; y si no abandonamos, si decidimos quedarnos en este planeta minúsculo y pactar con nuestra aún más minúscula vida, podemos interpretar esta resignación como una derrota, o como un triunfo.”
― Lucía Etxebarria, Beatriz y los cuerpos celestes