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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #5
    Mary Oliver
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #6
    Mary Oliver
    “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #7
    Mariana Enriquez
    “Los fantasmas son reales. Y no siempre vienen los que uno llama.”
    Mariana Enríquez, Nuestra parte de noche

  • #8
    Mariana Enriquez
    “Yo prefiero olvidarlas porque olvidar a la gente que solo se conoció en palabras es extraño, mientras existieron fueron más intensas que lo real y ahora son más distantes que los desconocidos.”
    Mariana Enríquez, Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

  • #9
    Mónica Ojeda
    “Ellos no fueron víctimas de una monstruosidad, sino de una humanidad; una humanidad abyecta que todos padecemos en nuestra carne y mente, con variaciones, claro, pero al final estamos conectados por esa misma naturaleza oscura, caótica, de carácter mítico, y lo paradójico es que ese nexo nos devuelve al mismo lugar de siempre: a la incertidumbre.”
    Mónica Ojeda, Nefando

  • #10
    Mónica Ojeda
    Porque el miedo es una emoción, le dijo evitando sus ojos. Y es la prueba de que lo primitivo nos habita.
    Mónica Ojeda, Mandíbula

  • #11
    Mónica Ojeda
    “Lo que en verdad nos petrifica los
    órganos, es lo que conocemos a medias;
    lo que tenemos cerca y, a pesar de ello,
    somos incapaces de entender.”
    Mónica Ojeda, Jawbone

  • #12
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #13
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #14
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #15
    Donna Tartt
    “It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History



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