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“Her death hit in waves. Not a flood, but water lapping steadily at her ankles. You could drown in two inches of water. Maybe grief was the same.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“People thought that being one of a kind made you special. No, it just made you lonely. What was special was belonging with someone else.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“This big ol' world and we only get to go through it once. The saddest thing there is, you ask me.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“The only difference between lying and acting was whether your audience was in on it, but it was all a performance just the same.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“When you married someone, you promised to love every person he would be. He promised to love every person she had been. And here they were, still trying, even though the past and the future were both mysteries.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“A town always looked different once you'd returned, like a house where all the furniture had shifted three inches. You wouldn't mistake it for a stranger's house but you'd keeping banging your shins on the table corners.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“That was the thrill of youth, the idea that you could be anyone. That was what had captured her in the charm shop, all those years ago. Then adulthood came, your choices solidifying, and you realize that everything you are had been set in motion years before. The rest was aftermath.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Your guilt can't do nothin for me, honey. You want to go feel good about feelin bad, you can go on and do it right across the street.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“She’d tell her because, in spite of everything, Loretta was her only friend in the world. Because she knew that, if it came down to her word versus Loretta’s, she would always be believed. And knowing this, she felt, for the first time, truly white.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“All of her blessings had come so easily in the beginning of her life, and she'd spent the back half losing them all.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Memory works that way—like seeing forward and backward at the same time.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“But maybe in those seven minutes they'd first been apart, they'd each lived a lifetime, setting out their separate paths. Each discovering who she might be.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“But the passe blanc were a mystery. You could never meet one who’d passed over undetected, the same way you’d never know someone who successfully faked her own death; the act could only be successful if no one ever discovered it was a ruse.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“She felt queasy at how simple it was. All there was to being white was acting like you were.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Gratitude only emphasized the depth of your lack, so she tried to hide it.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Let us wonder at how X was just a rare letter until algebra came along and made it something special that can be unravelled to reveal inner value.”
― Bernardine Evaristo, Girl, Woman, Other

“his bredren and sistren could damned well speak up for themselves why should he carry the burden of representation when it will only hold him back? white people are only required to represent themselves, not an entire race”
― Bernardine Evaristo, Girl, Woman, Other

“People have to share everything they do these days, from meals, to nights out, to selfies of themselves half naked in a mirror
The borders between public and private are dissolving”
― Bernardine Evaristo, Girl, Woman, Other

“It was culture as class performance, literature fetishised for its ability to take educated people on false emotional journeys, so that they might afterwards feel superior to the uneducated people whose emotional journeys they liked to read about.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”
― Philip Larkin, High Windows

“El amor consiste en encontrar a alguien con quien compartir tus rarezas.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“Sólo siendo absolutamente libre se puede bailar bien, se puede hacer bien el amor y se puede escribir bien. Actividades todas ellas importantísimas.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“Todos necesitamos la belleza para que la vida nos sea soportable. Lo expresó muy bien Fernando Pessoa: «La literatura, como el arte en general, es la demostración de que la vida no basta.» No basta, no. Por eso estoy redactando este libro. Por eso lo estás leyendo.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“Cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la palabra.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“A veces las relaciones que se cimentan en el daño son más persistentes que las que se basan en el amor.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“Y eso es lo que nuestra sociedad no maneja bien: enseguida escondemos o prohibimos tácitamente el sufrimiento.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“Simone de Beauvoir llamaba mujeres pelota a aquellas que, tras triunfar con grandes dificultades en la sociedad machista, se prestaban a ser utilizadas por esa misma sociedad para reforzar la discriminación; y así, su imagen era rebotada contra las demás mujeres con el siguiente mensaje: «¿Veis? Ella ha triunfado porque vale; si vosotras no lo conseguís no es por impedimentos sexistas, sino porque no valéis lo suficiente.»”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“No hay nada ridículo en la #Intimidad, no hay nada escatológico ni repudiable en ese lento fuego doméstico de sudor y de fiebre, de mocos y estornudos, de pedos y ronquidos.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“La #Intimidad: no tener muy claro donde acabas tú y empieza el otro.”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte

“el cuerpo que nos enferma y que acaba por matarnos, ese maldito cuerpo traidor que de repente se queda cojo, y se terminaron para siempre las montañas; o que hace crecer insidiosamente, en el laborioso silencio de las células, un tumor maligno que te va a torturar antes de asesinarte; o que resbala y se rompe tan fácilmente,”
― Rosa Montero, La ridícula idea de no volver a verte