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“Whoever said hope springs eternal must never have been faced with losing the person they loved the most. Hope didn’t spring eternal; it was a desolate thread, a handful of grass stems to hold on to as the desperate dangled over the precipice of hopelessness. Without it there was nothing.”
― Indra Vaughn, Fragmented

“Cultivo una rosa blanca,
En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo,
Cardo ni oruga cultivo
Cultivo una rosa blanca.

I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
And to the cruel one whose blows
Break the heart by which I live,
Thistle nor thorn do I give:
For him, too, I have a white rose.”
― José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses (Recovering the Us Hispanic Literary Heritage) (Pinata Books for Young Adults)

“Hearing about what happened to you, seeing what Dallin lives with, and knowing that nothing means anything, that we’re just trapped on this rock hurtling through a cosmic abyss, and all we do is make more suffering for each other—it’s hard. It’s so hard sometimes I can’t breathe.”
― Gregory Ashe, The Same Breath

“Si la vida fuese una película, la visión que tenemos de ella cambiaría cada vez que la viéramos.”
― Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World