

“Pero ahora, sencillamente, quieres ser mejor. Por ella. Y demostrarle que también puede aprender de ti, que tu pequeño mundo guarda secretos que ahora quieres compartir con ella.”
― Por una rosa
― Por una rosa

“<<[...] desconfía de quien se haya olvidado de cómo llorar, porque tienen el alma árida, y en tierra árida no crece nada.>>”
― Prohibido creer en historias de amor
― Prohibido creer en historias de amor

“¿Sabes qué creo? Que deberíamos aceptar que todo el mundo cambia. Cada día. Cada segundo. Así de rápido. Yo el primero. Pero se nos olvida, supongo. O nos da miedo. Constantemente descubrimos cosas de nosotros que un minuto antes no sabíamos, y algunas de esas cosas redefinen por completo quiénes somos para protegernos de toda la mierda que pasa a nuestro alrededor.”
― Prohibido creer en historias de amor
― Prohibido creer en historias de amor

“Do you think I'm a whore?” Harry pulled over to the side of the road and turned to me. “I think you're brilliant. I think you're tough. And I think the word whore is something ignorant people throw around when they have nothing else.
… “Isn't it awfully convenient,” Harry added, “that when men make the rules, the one thing that's looked down on the most is the one thing that would bear them the greatest threat? Imagine if every single woman on the planet wanted something in exchange when she gave up her body. You'd all be ruling the place. An armed populace. Only men like me would stand a chance against you. And that's the last thing those assholes want, a world run by people like you and me.”
I laughed, my eyes still puffy and tired from crying. “So am I a whore or not?” “Who knows?” he said. “We're all whores, really, in some way or another. At least in Hollywood.” … “But I like you this way. I like you impure and scrappy and formidable. I like the Evelyn Hugo who sees the world for what it is and then goes out there and wrestles what she wants out of it. So, you know, put whatever label you want on it, just don't change. That would be the real tragedy.”
― The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
… “Isn't it awfully convenient,” Harry added, “that when men make the rules, the one thing that's looked down on the most is the one thing that would bear them the greatest threat? Imagine if every single woman on the planet wanted something in exchange when she gave up her body. You'd all be ruling the place. An armed populace. Only men like me would stand a chance against you. And that's the last thing those assholes want, a world run by people like you and me.”
I laughed, my eyes still puffy and tired from crying. “So am I a whore or not?” “Who knows?” he said. “We're all whores, really, in some way or another. At least in Hollywood.” … “But I like you this way. I like you impure and scrappy and formidable. I like the Evelyn Hugo who sees the world for what it is and then goes out there and wrestles what she wants out of it. So, you know, put whatever label you want on it, just don't change. That would be the real tragedy.”
― The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“... la pintura, como el amor, continuará siendo un total, perfecto y absoluto sinsentido.”
― El (sin)sentido del amor
― El (sin)sentido del amor
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