5,229 books
—
9,731 voters
Alejandra Olaya
https://www.instagram.com/aolaya_____/
“Son preguntas inútiles. La única razón por la que he vivido tanto tiempo es porque fui soltando lastre del pasado. Cierro la puerta a la pena al pesar al remordimiento. Si permito que entren, aunque sea por una rendija de autocompasión, zas, la puerta se abrirá de golpe y una tempestad de dolor me desgarrará el corazón y cegará mis ojos de vergüenza rompiendo tazas y botellas derribando frascos rompiendo las ventanas tropezando sangrienta sobre azúcar derramado y vidrios rotos aterrorizada entre arcadas hasta que con un estremecimiento y sollozo final consiga cerrar la pesada puerta. Y recoja los pedazos una vez más.”
― A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories
― A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories
“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.”
― The History of Love
― The History of Love
“—Ignoraba que usted pensara ir a Petersburgo. ¿Por qué va? —preguntó Ana, dejando caer su mano, mientras una alegría imposible de contener iluminó su rostro.
—¿Por qué voy? —repitió él mirándola fijamente—. Usted bien sabe que voy sólo para estar junto a usted; no puedo evitarlo.”
― Ana Karenina
—¿Por qué voy? —repitió él mirándola fijamente—. Usted bien sabe que voy sólo para estar junto a usted; no puedo evitarlo.”
― Ana Karenina
“At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously. ... That's why my Grandmother Clara wrote in her notebooks, in order to see things in their true dimension and to defy her own poor memory.”
― The House of the Spirits
― The House of the Spirits
“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
― The History of Love
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
― The History of Love
Alejandra’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Alejandra’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Polls voted on by Alejandra
Lists liked by Alejandra






























