Mena Caj so

“Are you kind enough, on your little planet, not to shut that rhythm down? Not to crush underfoot the singers of songs and tellers of tales and wearers of silk? Because it’s monsters who do that. Who extinguish art. Who burn books. Who ban music. Who yell at anyone with ears to turn off that racket. Who cannot see outside themselves clearly enough to sing their truth to the heavens. Do you have enough goodness in your world to let the music play? Do you have soul?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Space Opera

“I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the opinion of others.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such
Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
and more than biological demands
For me love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what "I love you" means
I think it means "don’t leave me here alone”
― Neil Gaiman, Adventures in the Dream Trade

“Me he empeñado en que Emiliano me valide el pasado y ¿para qué? El pasado se valida solo, sucediéndonos todo el tiempo. No hay que huir de él ni regocijarse en extrañar lo que nos fue quitando. Pase lo que pase, todo pasa al mismo tiempo.”
― Catalina Aguilar Mastretta, Todos los días son nuestros