Chara Pryer

“La mesa se interponía entre ellos. Tatiana pasó al otro lado.
—Shura —dijo en voz baja—, por favor, deja que te toque.
—No. —El capitán se apartó.
Naira volvió a asomar la cabeza.
—¿Está la cena preparada?
—Casi, Naira Mijailovna. —Miró a Alexandr—. Dijiste que no te marcharías hasta arreglarme —señaló—. Arréglame, Shura.
—Tú misma me dijiste que nada de lo que hiciera arreglaría lo que está mal dentro
de ti. Bueno, me has convencido. ¿Dónde están mis cosas?
—Shura...”
― Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman

“For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. 'Blessed are the merciful' in a courtroom? 'Blessed are the peacemakers' in the Pentagon? Give me a break!”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

“(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious idea turns to the idea of God.”
― Harold Bloom, Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate

“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia