Noe Dominguez

“Hay muchas clases de soledad, pero Momo vivía una que muy pocos hombres conocen, y menos con tanta fuerza.
Le parecía estar encerrada en una caverna rodeada de riquezas incontables que se hacían cada vez más y mayores y amenazaban asfixiarla. Y no había salida. Nadie podía llegar hasta ella y ella no se podía hacer notar a nadie, tan aplastada estaba bajo una montaña de tiempo.
Incluso llegaron horas en que deseaba no haber oído nunca la música ni haber visto los colores. No obstante, si la hubiesen dado a elegir, no habría renunciado a ese recuerdo por nada del mundo. Aunque se hubiera muerto por ello. Pues eso era lo que vivía ahora: que hay riquezas que lo matan a uno si no puede compartirlas.”
― Michael Ende

“It is a bit of a cliché to characterize life as a rambling journey on which we can alter our course at any given time--by the slightest turn of the wheel, the wisdom goes, we influence the chain of events and thus recast our destiny with new cohorts, circumstances, and discoveries. But for the most of us, life is nothing like that. Instead, we have a few brief periods when we are offered a handful of discrete options. Do I take this job or that job? In Chicago or New York? Do I join this circle of friends or that one, and with whom do I go home at the end of the night? And does one make time for children now? Or later? Or later still?

In that sense, life is less like a journey than it is a game of honeymoon bridge. In our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions--we draw a card, and we must decide right then and there whether to keep that card and discard the next, or discard the first card and keep the second. And before we know it, the deck has been played out and the decisions we have just made shape our lives for decades to come.”
― Amor Towles, Rules of Civility

“If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.”
― Amor Towles, Rules of Civility

“La soledad no es vivir solo, la soledad es no ser capaz de hacer compañía a alguien...”
― José Saramago, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis