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“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

“I think you know everything at eight. But is is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering

“[S]ome men who cheat their wives out of grocery money wouldn't think of cheating the grocer. Men tend to carry their honesty in pigeonholes, Jean Louise. They can be perfectly honest in some ways and fool themselves in other ways.”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

“Here Nanny had taken the biggest thing God ever made, the horizon—for no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you—and pinched it in to such a little bit of a thing that she could tie it about her granddaughter's neck tight enough to choke her.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“There is no more ceaseless or tormenting care for man, as long as he remains free, than to find someone to bow down to as soon as possible.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“She said, What you don't know won't hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don't know an hurt you very much.”
― Margaret Atwood , The Blind Assassin

“Sería tan sencillo encontrar la calma en el mundo de la imaginación. Pero yo siempre he tratado de vivir en los dos mundos al mismo tiempo y no abandonar uno de ellos por culpa del otro.”
― Milan Kundera, The Joke

“Dicen que hay unas flores que sólo se abren y florecen cada cien años. Y ¿por qué no han de haber otras que florezcan una vez cada mil e incluso cada diez mil años? Quizá no lo hayamos sabido por la simple razón de que este «una vez cada mil años» acontece precisamente hoy.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, We

“Tú no eres para mí todavía más que un muchachito igual a otros cien mil muchachitos y no te necesito para nada. Tampoco tú tienes necesidad de mí y no soy para ti más que un zorro entre otros cien mil zorros semejantes. Pero si tú me domesticas, entonces tendremos necesidad el uno del otro. Tú serás para mí único en el mundo, yo seré para ti único en el mundo...”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“I'm only trying to make you see beyond men's acts to their motives. A man can appear to be a part of something not-so-good on its face, but don't take it upon yourself to judge him unless you know his motives as well. A man can be boiling inside, but he knows a mild answer works better than showing his rage. A man can condemn his enemies, but it's wiser to know them. ... Have you ever considered that men, especially men, must conform to the demands of the community they live in simply so they can be of service to it?”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

“The instinct of self-deception in human beings makes them try to banish from their minds dangers of which at the bottom they are perfectly aware by declaring them nonexistent, and a warning such as mine against cheap optimism was bound to prove particularly unwelcome at a moment when a sumptuously laid supper was awaiting for us in the next room.”
― Stefan Zweig, Beware of Pity

“Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“I must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering

“¿Qué significaba esto? ¡Qué forma tan extraña de proceder conmigo, como si yo fuese el más insignificante de los seres! «Tal vez todos los de la Casa Antigua no sean más que de mi imaginación mientras escribo – estuve pensando -, pues yo soy el que les ha dado la vida al permitirles anidar en esta faceta donde antes solamente había unos desiertos blancos y rectangulares de papel. Si no estuviera yo, todos aquellos que andan a través de los cauces estrechos de mis líneas, jamás serían conocidos por nadie».
Desde luego, nada de todo esto le dije a la vieja, pues sé por experiencia que para un ser humano es la mayor de las afrentas el poner en duda su propia realidad, el dudar de su realidad tridimensional.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, We

“Все счастливые семьи похожи друг на друга, каждая несчастливая семья несчастлива по-своему.”
― Толстой Лев Николаевич

“If we're to come to love a man, the man himself should stay hidden, because as soon as he shows his face--love vanishes.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.” “That’s odd, isn’t it?”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

“–¿Por qué? ¿Y por qué no tenemos plumaje ni alas, sino solamente omoplatos, las bases para las alas? Porque ya no necesitamos alas: porque tenemos aviones y las alas solamente nos estorbarían.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin

“All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality

“In case you're wondering, vanity never ends.”
― Margaret Atwood

“No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.”
― Stefan Zweig, Beware of Pity

“But a man who has lived by truth—and you have believed in what he has lived—he does not leave you merely wary when he fails you, he leaves you with nothing.”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

“Se me acercó, casi se pegó a mí y nuestros hombros se tocaron; estábamos solos. Un extraño fluido pasaba desde ella a mi cuerpo y yo sabía inconscientemente que la cosa había de ser de esta manera. Lo sabía por cada una de mis fibras, por cada latido dulcemente doloroso de mi corazón. Me abandoné con un indecible placer a este sentimiento. Así, con la misma satisfacción, debe someterse un trozo de hierro a la ley inalterable, eterna e inmutable de ser atraído por un imán. Así es como una piedra lanzada al espacio ha de detenerse una fracción de segundo en el aire para caer luego en forma vertical. Y así es como el ser humano ha de respirar hondamente, una sola vez, después de la agonía, antes de expirar definitivamente.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin

“Los libros están para recordarnos lo tontos y estúpidos que somos. Son la guardia pretoriana de César, susurrando mientras tiene lugar el desfile por la avenida: «Recuerda, César, eres mortal.»”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

“I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in the sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it never occured to them to do anything less then perfectly the first time. Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I'd suddenly know that I Belonged among them, that I was one of them, that I'd been meant to be one of them all along, and everything in the meantime had been a mistake; and they'd know it too. I'd be like the ugly duckling among the swans.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road

“The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all kinds. This is why they have bidets.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin