Lorena Estevez

“He was safe, everything was all right. He fell asleep murmuring "Sanity is not statistical," with the feeling that this remark contained in it a profound wisdom.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Brod's life was a slow realizaton that the world was not for her,and that for whatever reason,she would never be happy and honest at the same time.She felt as if she were brimming,always producing and hoarding more love inside her.But there was no release.”
― Johnathan Safran Foer

“The idea of an earthly paradise in which men should live together in a state of brotherhood, without laws and without brute labor, had haunted the human imagination for thousands of years. And this vision had had a certain hold even on the groups who actually profited by each historic change. The heirs of the French, English, and American revolutions had partly believed in their own phrases about the rights of man, freedom of speech, equality before the law, and the like, and had even allowed their conduct to be influenced by them to some extent. But by the fourth decade of the twentieth century all the main currents of political thought were authoritarian. The earthly paradise had been discredited at exactly the moment when it became realizable. Every new political theory, by whatever name it called itself, led back to hierarchy and regimentation. And in the general hardening of outlook that set in round about 1930, practices which had been long abandoned, in some cases for hundreds of years—imprisonment without trial, the use of war prisoners as slaves, public executions, torture to extract confessions, the use of hostages and the deportation of whole populations—not only became common again, but were tolerated and even defended by people who considered themselves enlightened and progressive.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“—La envidia es la religión de los mediocres. Los reconforta, responde a las inquietudes que los roen por dentro y, en último término, les pudre el alma y les permite justificar su mezquindad y su codicia hasta creer que son virtudes y que las puertas del cielo sólo se abrirán para los infelices como ellos, que pasan por la vida sin dejar más huella que sus traperos intentos de hacer de menos a los demás y de excluir, y a ser posible destruir, a quienes, por el mero hecho de existir y de ser quienes son, ponen en evidencia su pobreza de espíritu, mente y redaños. Bienaventurado aquel al que ladran los cretinos, porque su alma nunca les pertenecerá.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, El juego del ángel