Melissa

“Cómo la vida, hecha de pequeños incidentes individuales que se viven uno a uno, se riza y completa como una ola que lo levanta a uno con ella y lo arroja de nuevo, allí, a estrellarse con la playa.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Las apariencias no siempre engañan, pero casi siempre atontan”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, La ciudad de vapor

“El pasado no desaparece, por mucho que se esfuercen los necios en olvidarlo y los embaucadores en falsificarlo para venderlo otra vez como si fuera nuevo.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, El laberinto de los espíritus

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse