Isabel

“¡Ay, Orfeo, Orfeo, esto de dormir solo, solo, solo, de dormir un solo sueño! El sueño de uno solo es la ilusión, la apariencia; el sueño de dos es ya la verdad, la realidad. ¿Qué es el mundo real sino el sueño que soñamos todos, el sueño común?”
― Miguel de Unamuno, Niebla

“Yo no vivía, y ahora vivo; pero ahora que vivo es cuando siento lo que es morir”
― Miguel de Unamuno, Niebla

“Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.”
― Voltaire, Candide

“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
― Voltaire, Candide, or, Optimism