julia

“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness”
― Honore de Balzac

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“É verdade, o cachorro morreu. Cumpriu sua sentença e encontrou-se com o único mal irremediável, aquilo que é a marca do nosso estranho destino sobre a Terra, aquele fato sem explicação que iguala tudo o que é vivo num só rebanho de condenados, porque tudo que é vivo morre.”
― Ariano Suassuna, Auto da Compadecida

“I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness.... I wanted him to find no good in me and he didn't. There is none. But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from? I don't know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it. All I could hope was that my crimes were so monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard seed in the shadow of them, and I wished I'd committed even greater ones to hide it more deeply still...”
― Philip Pullman