Sandra Schonenstein > Sandra's Quotes

“Mi miedo es un animal en crecimiento que exige alimentación y que se va tragando todo.”
― Laura Restrepo, Delirio

“Yo mientras tanto pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.”
― Laura Restrepo, Delirio

“Me daba vergüenza estar así por un hombre, ser tan infeliz y volverme dichosa sin que dependiera para nada de mí”
― Ángeles Mastretta, Arráncame la vida

“Nadie se muere de amor, Catalina, ni aunque quisiéramos.”
― Ángeles Mastretta, Arráncame la vida

“¿Y ustedes qué? ¿Se quieren o se van a querer?”
― Ángeles Mastretta, Arráncame la vida

“La tía Daniela se enamoró como se enamoran siempre las mujeres inteligentes: como una idiota.”
― Angeles Mastretta, Mujeres de ojos grandes

“Creo que el amor, como la eternidad, es una ambición. Una hermosa ambición de los humanos”
― Ángeles Mastretta, Mujeres de ojos grandes

“My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.”
― Jonathan Lethem, As She Climbed Across the Table

“The secret to happiness, at least to peace of mind, is knowing how to separate sex from love. And, if possible, eliminating romantic love from your life, which is the love that makes you suffer. That way, I assure you, you live with greater tranquility and enjoy things more.”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, Travesuras de la niña mala

“Well, at heart I knew she'd never be a normal woman. And I didn't want her to be one, because what I loved in her were the indomitable and unpredictable aspects of her personality”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, Travesuras de la niña mala

“No me preguntes por qué, porque ni muerta te lo voy a decir. Nunca te voy a decir que te quiero aunque te quiera.”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, Travesuras de la niña mala

“Cheap, sentimental things”
― Edith Grossman, The Bad Girl

“In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end.”
― Daniel Wallace, Big Fish

“Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal.”
― Daniel Wallace, Big Fish

“As if this collection of things is what she is. So we fall in love with ghosts.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero

“He turns his back to the far shore and rows toward it. He can in this way travel away from, yet still see, his house....he feels he is riding a floating skeleton...Some birds in the almost-dark are flying as close to their reflections as possible.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero

“In spite of her desire for a contained universe, her life felt scattered, full of many small moments, without great purpose. That is what she thought, though what is most untrustworthy about our natures and self-worth is how we differe in our own realities from the way we are seen by others.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero

“Sacrifice is not an option, or an anachronism; it´s a fact of life. We all cut off our own limbs to burn on some altar. The crucial thing is to choose an altar that is worth it and a limb you can accept losing.”
― Tana French, The Likeness

“All the time I hate what I am doing and want the other. In a room full of people I get frantic in their air and their shout and when I'm alone I sniff the smell of their bodies against my clothes.”
― Michael Ondaatje

“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“Down the rusty bars of ladders to the undergrounds of the night propitious to the first man and woman at the beginning of the world. where there were no words by which to possess each other, no music for serenades, no presents to court with, no tournaments to impress and force a yielding, no secondary instruments, no adornments, necklaces, crowns to subdue, but only one ritual, a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous, impaling of a woman on a man´s sensual mast”
― Anaïs Nin

“Und ich dachte, dass die Zeit ein Dieb ist. Sie stiehlt uns alles. Zuerst gibt sie uns alles, aber dann müssen wir alles abliefern. Menschen, Begegnungen, Momente. So einfach ist das. So grausam ist das.”
― Hakan Nesser

“She was a woman with a broom or a dust-
pan or a washrag or a mixing spoon in her hand. You saw
her cutting piecrust in the morning, humming to it, or you
saw her setting out the baked pies at noon or taking them in,
cool, at dusk. She rang porcelain cups like a Swiss bell ringer
to their place. She glided through the halls as steadily as a
vacuum machine, seeking, finding, and setting to rights. She
made mirrors of every window, to catch the sun. She strolled
but twice through any garden, trowel in hand, and the flowers
raised their quivering fires upon the warm air in her wake.
She slept quietly and turned no more than three times in a
night, as relaxed as a White glove to which, at dawn, a brisk
hand will return. Waking, she touched people like pictures,
to set their frames straight.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Religion enjoys astonishing privileges in our societies, privileges denied to almost any other special interest group one can think of-and certainly denied to individuals”
― Richard Dawkins, An Appetite for Wonder: The Making of a Scientist

“Listen to the one who has not been wounded, the one who says, 'It is not good that man should be alone.' Recall your longing to the loneliness where it was born, so that when she appears, she will stand before you, not against you. Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy

“Blessed is your name. Blessed is the confession of your name.”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy

“They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.”
― Samuel Beckett

“You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.”
― Samuel Beckett