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“Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Cada persona brilla con luz propia entre todas las demás. No hay dos fuegos iguales. Hay fuegos grandes y fuegos chicos y fuegos de todos los colores. Hay gente de fuego sereno, que ni se entera del viento, y gente de fuego loco, que llena el aire de chispas. Algunos fuegos, fuegos bobos, no alumbran ni queman; pero otros arden de vida con tantas ganas que no se puede mirarlos sin parpadear, y quien se acerca se enciende".”
― Eduardo Hughes Galeano

“Love isn't an act, it's a whole life.”
― Brian Moore

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“A small fact:
You are going to die....does this worry you?”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams”
― R.J. Palacio, Wonder

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“And who are you, the proud Lord said
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws.
And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
but now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Life is not a song, sweetling.
Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“If you have known someone your whole life, you can see them in the dark.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“A veces era muy ansiosa. Deseaba cosas para ella misma. Retorcía el mundo y le cambiaba la forma correcta. Lo revolvía todo con el peso de su deseo.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, La música del silencio

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Go away princess. Leave your outlaw alone. You won't change him... go away, Anna, far away, and don't ever come back. The fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“My child, I know you're not a child
But I still see you running wild
Between those flowering trees.
Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh
Your wishes to the stars above
Are just my memories.

And in your eyes the ocean
And in your eyes the sea
The waters frozen over
With your longing to be free.

Yesterday you'd awoken
To a world incredibly old.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

You had to kill this child, I know.
To break the arrows and the bow
To shed your skin and change.
The trees are flowering no more
There's blood upon the tiles floor
This place is dark and strange.

I see you standing in the storm
Holding the curse of youth
Each of you with your story
Each of you with your truth.

Some words will never be spoken
Some stories will never be told.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

I didn't say the world was good.
I hoped by now you understood
Why I could never lie.
I didn't promise you a thing.
Don't ask my wintervoice for spring
Just spread your wings and fly.

Though in the hidden garden
Down by the green green lane
The plant of love grows next to
The tree of hate and pain.

So take my tears as a token.
They'll keep you warm in the cold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

You've lived too long among us
To leave without a trace
You've lived too short to understand
A thing about this place.

Some of you just sit there smoking
And some are already sold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
This is the age you are broken or turned into gold.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“You can't stop the future
You can't rewind the past
The only way to learn the secret
...is to press play.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“-Un beso es solo un beso, ¿entiendes? Sólo tiene la importancia que tú quieras darle. Puede no significar nada... o puede cambiarlo todo.”
― Laura Gallego García, La resistencia

“You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.”
― Richard Price

“Quizá cuando me veas caer a tus pies, muriendo por tu causa, seas capaz de comprender por fin hasta qué punto soy tuyo”
― Laura Gallego García, Tríada

“Sabes que tengo que matarte y no lo he hecho todavía, ni tengo intención de hacerlo, y no te imaginas la cantidad de problemas que me puede acarrar eso. ¿Me preguntas si me importas? ¿A ti que te parece?”
― Laura Gallego García, La resistencia