Ana

“If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.”
― Nikola Tesla

“Cada vez que te enamores no expliques a nadie nada, deja que el amor te invada sin entrar en pormenores”
― Mario Benedetti

“La beso, a ella la beso, y no soy hipócrita. La beso como podría morderla, y a veces la muerdo, o comérmela y masticarla y digerirla. Porque hay una desesperada necesidad, casi diría una obligación, de marcar al otro, a la otra, aunque sea con los dientes, y aunque alguno de estos sea postizo. Dejar una marca propia es cosa de vida o muerte, o de muerte solamente, porque la intención subterránea es pasar la muerte, es seguir existiendo después del fin. Y a esos efectos tanto sirve la existencia de un hijo como la de una cicatriz. Después de todo, también el hijo es una cicatriz. Buena definición para proponer a la Academia. Hijo: cicatriz de amor.”
― Mario Benedetti, Gracias por el fuego

“I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet