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Joe  Hill
“Puedo ser feliz y encontrarme bien unicamente logrando que otros sean felices y se encuentren bien.La carretera curativa a Christmasland es solo para los inocentes.El coche no me deja acapararla.Tengo que hacer el bien a otros si quiero que me hagan el bien a mi.¡Ojala el resto del mundo funcionara tambien asi!”
Joe Hill, NOS4A2

Ursula Hegi
“it only occurred to me much later that the summer I was fourteen I had saved a life--not the life of a stranger as I had imagined--but the life I had taken for granted and which, in the years to come, I would take for granted again.”
Ursula Hegi, Floating in My Mother's Palm

Iris Murdoch
“As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky. And far far away in that ocean of gold, stars were silently shooting and falling and finding their fates, among these billions and billions of merging golden lights. And curtain after curtain of gauze was quietly removed, and I saw stars behind stars behind stars, as in the magical Odeons of my youth. And I saw into the vast soft interior of the universe which was slowly and gently turning itself inside out. I went to sleep, and in my sleep I seemed to hear a sound of singing.”
Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

Nacarid Portal Arráez
“No quiero que me quieras por querer, quiéreme sin saber por qué. No me regales basura disfrazada de amor, cuando tengas que irte, te regalo el adiós. No me regales costumbre con estabilidad, no te necesito para poder respirar.”
Nacarid Portal Arráez, Amor a cuatro estaciones: El diario de una ilusión

Ursula Hegi
“If I look closely, I can almost see myself floating in my mother's palm. Yet, when I shut my eyes, I find a different image of my mother releasing me as we dance in the storm and twirl in separate circles that cause the water to ripple from us in widening rings which merge in one ebbing bracelet of waves where the borders of the quarry meet the water, far from the center where my mother and I continue to spin our bodies in the radiant sheen of lightning.”
Ursula Hegi, Floating in My Mother's Palm

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