Laura Méndez

“Worry! What a waste of time. All the holy books were right. Clearly ‘worry’ was the mark of a primitive and spiritually unevolved person. What was that line from Yeats, about the bemused Chinese sages? All things fall and are built again. Ancient glittering eyes. This was wisdom. People had been raging and weeping and destroying things for centuries and wailing about their puny individual lives, when—what was the point? All this useless sorrow? Consider the lilies of the field. Why did anyone ever worry about anything? Weren’t we, as sentient beings, put upon the earth to be happy, in the brief time allotted to us?”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“I can see ahead only into dark, sordid alleys, where the dregs, the sludge, the filth of my life lies, unglorified, unchanged - transfigured by nothing: no nobility, not even the illusion of a dream.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“O my brothers, I dedicate and direct you to a new nobility: you shall become procreators and cultivators and sowers of the future — verily, not to a nobility that you might buy like shopkeepers and with shopkeepers' gold: for whatever has its price has little value. Not whence you came shall henceforth constitute your honor, but whither you are going! Your will and your foot which has a will to go over and beyond yourselves — that shall constitute your new honor.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“En el medio del odio me pareció que había dentro de mí un amor invencible.
El medio de las lágrimas me pareció que había dentro de mí una sonrisa invencible.
En medio del caos me pareció que había dentro de mí una calma invencible.
Me di cuenta, a pesar de todo, que en medio del invierno había dentro de mí un verano invencible. Y eso me hace feliz.
Porque no importa lo duro que el mundo empuje en mi contra, dentro de mí hay algo mejor empujando de vuelta.”
― Albert Camus