Laura

“There is a mythical element to our childhood, it seems, that stays with us always. When we are young, we consume the world in great gulps, and it consumes us, and everything is mysterious and alive and fills us with desire and wonder, fear, and guilt. With the passing of the years, however, those memories become distant and malleable, and we shape them into the stories of who we are. We are brave, or we are cowardly. We are loving, or we are cruel.”
― Eowyn Ivey, To the Bright Edge of the World

“Un amor auténtico debería de asumir la contingencia del otro, es decir, sus carencias, sus límites y su gratuidad originaria; así no pretendería ser una salvación sino una relación entre seres humanos.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

“You’re too precious to put into words. I think … it’s like one of Theodore’s buttons. If you asked him why he cared about them so, he would tell you it’s because they exist at all.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“Jo canto a la lluna quan fa el ple,
ullal rodó de la nit amable,
gata prenys.
Canto al riu gelat,
company de l'ànima,
com una vena, com una llàgrima.
Canto al bosc atent,
sadoll de peixos, llebres, ceps.
Canto als dies magnànims,
a la brisa d'estiu, a la brisa d'hivern,
als matins, a les vesprades,
a la pluja petita, a la pluja enfadada.
Canto a la vessant, al cim, al prat,
a les ortigues, al roser bord, a
l'esbarzer.
Canto com qui fa hort,
com qui talla una taula,
com qui aixeca una casa,
com qui tresca un pujol,
com qui es menja una nou,
com qui encén una brasa.
Com Déu creant els animals i les
plantes.
Canto jo i la muntanya balla.”
― Irene Solà, Canto jo i la muntanya balla