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“A mí me cuesta ser cariñoso, inclusive en la vida amorosa. Siempre doy menos de lo que tengo. Mi estilo de querer es ése, un poco reticente, reservando, el máximo sólo para las grandes ocasiones. De modo que si siempre estuviera expresando el máximo ¿qué dejaría para esos momentos (siempre hay cuatro o cinco en cada vida, en cada individuo) en que uno debe apelar el corazón en pleno? También siento un leve resquemor frente a lo cursi, y a mí lo cursi me parece justamente eso: andar siempre con el corazón en la mano.”
― La tregua
― La tregua
“La beso, a ella la beso, y no soy hipócrita. La beso como podría morderla, y a veces la muerdo, o comérmela y masticarla y digerirla. Porque hay una desesperada necesidad, casi diría una obligación, de marcar al otro, a la otra, aunque sea con los dientes, y aunque alguno de estos sea postizo. Dejar una marca propia es cosa de vida o muerte, o de muerte solamente, porque la intención subterránea es pasar la muerte, es seguir existiendo después del fin. Y a esos efectos tanto sirve la existencia de un hijo como la de una cicatriz. Después de todo, también el hijo es una cicatriz. Buena definición para proponer a la Academia. Hijo: cicatriz de amor.”
― Gracias por el fuego
― Gracias por el fuego
“Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. This happens much more often than I admit to you, but seldom when I’m writing to you. Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. At Toulouse I simply loved you. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.”
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“How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays I didn't wind my spring.”
― Norwegian Wood
― Norwegian Wood
“Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.”
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when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.”
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