Becca (booksonadventures)

“Infinity isn't on Earth and it isn't in heaven. The infinite dwells in each of us. Like a window on the top of our heads that we didn't even know was there, and the poet's voice opens up little by little, and up there, through that crack, is the infinite.”
― Irene Solà, Canto jo i la muntanya balla

“We'd not been given perfection, not godliness, not symmetry, not gracious measurement, not a bad hand, nor a curse; we'd not been given anything other than a life to spend together; our lives, not easy or free from pain; we'd been given only a real life, dreadfully normal and sublime, and I would no longer betray its beauty by wishing it otherwise.”
― Chloé Cooper Jones, Easy Beauty

“It seemed, at times, that this was the only way the world would be remade as the heroes had dreamed: one woman lifts another woman, and she in turn lifts the world.”
― Carolina De Robertis, Cantoras

“When I was younger, I often thought I should travel more and farther, spend more time in foreign countries, that I should be in a constant state of velocity so that I could get out of there and truly live, but with time I have come to understand that everything I was looking for was right here, inside of me, inside the things that surround me, in the money bobs that turned into my actual jobs, in the constancy of the everyday, in the eyes of the people I meet when I allow my gaze to linger. I'm writing again after the fever, as if an old, welcome wound has opened and started to bleed, and I guess it's an incomplete puzzle, these pictures of others and whoever they end up portraying. . . . 'Soon it will be too late,' [Sally] says, and hands me the thermos. 'And that's why we have to exert ourselves to the utmost.”
― Ia Genberg, Detaljerna