Micol Mian
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Upside down
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Imago
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Frat boy and Toppy (Theta Alpha Gamma, #1)
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Folco sotto il letto
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In luce fredda (Rosa dei venti Vol. 1)
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I segreti delle lucciole
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“La capacità di prendere decisioni mature è qualcosa che si acquisisce nel tempo, Nico lo sa benissimo; eppure, sa anche che ci sono persone nate con una migliore capacità di valutare i pro e i contro, di sommare i dettagli l’uno sull’altro e uscirsene con un risultato spendibile in risoluzioni immediate. Lui fa tutti i conti giusti e poi sbaglia il riporto; parte con un’idea precisa e poi divaga, gira in tondo, si perde e non sa più distinguere il vero dal falso.”
― Dormono gli aironi
― Dormono gli aironi
“«Va tutto bene, Vivian?»Il suo sorriso tornò a fare capolino: più convinto, questa volta, abbagliante e bellissimo. Falso, quasi di certo, ma non avrebbe saputo spiegare cosa lo portasse a dirlo. «Alla grande, Herrera. Torna pure ad annegare nei libri, non ti trattengo.»Lui esitò solo un istante, meno di quanto forse sarebbe stato educato, poi fece un saluto impacciato, si fermò il tempo sufficiente a recuperare una bottiglia di birra dal frigo e uscì dalla cucina. Sapeva di stare fuggendo, ma era troppo codardo per ammettere anche solo a se stesso da cosa.”
― In luce fredda
― In luce fredda
“«Ehi,» disse, togliendosi un auricolare dall’orecchio. «Finite le foto?»Passandogli accanto, Carlos dovette trattenersi per non dargli una spallata come nel peggiore dei suoi atteggiamenti di un tempo. Lo intuì voltarsi, perplesso, seguendolo con gli occhi e un sopracciglio senz’altro inarcato, ma lo sguardo che gli pesava addosso davvero era quello di Jude, troppo acuto e partecipe, e dei due ragazzi delle foto: uno scuro, sicuro e bruciante, e l’altro chiarissimo, gelido, trasparente.Due diversi fantasmi che sembravano porre la stessa domanda.Credevi davvero che tutto fosse già andato al suo posto? Di avere già fatto abbastanza per meritarlo?Lui avrebbe voluto avere una risposta, ma poté soltanto sbattersi la porta di casa alle spalle, scendere in strada perché il freddo gli schiarisse la mente”
― In luce fredda
― In luce fredda
“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
"She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
"Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
― Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
"She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
"Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
― Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
“L'inferno dei viventi non è qualcosa che sarà; se ce n'è uno, è quello che è già qui, l'inferno che abitiamo tutti i giorni, che formiamo stando insieme. Due modi ci sono per non soffrirne. Il primo riesce facile a molti: accettare l'inferno e diventarne parte fino al punto di non vederlo più. Il secondo è rischioso ed esige attenzione e apprendimento continui: cercare e saper riconoscere chi e cosa, in mezzo all'inferno, non è inferno, e farlo durare, e dargli spazio.”
― Invisible Cities
― Invisible Cities
“We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.”
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and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.”
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