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There are mysterious agencies of the human mind which like roving gases, travel the world, causing pain and mutilation, without thcir owners having any full awareness, even any awareness at all, of the strength and the whereabouts of these exhalations.

But one must do something about the past. It doesn't just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.

fuckass theo

"How do you mean, bad?"
"Well, you know. When I was younger, when I read in the papers and in books and things about really nasty people, bad people, I felt so completely good and in inside myself, I felt that these people were just utterly different from me, that I could never becomne bad or behave really badly like them. Did you feel this?"
"I don't know," said Pierce. "I think boys always know about badness."

Is this what it feels like to die, to sense the nearness of something you can't avoid?

Voicelessness. The snow has no voice

No day is safe from news of you
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me

I didn't call you
I didn't call you at all
Nevertheless, nevertheless
You steamed to me over the sea

muy superior a la película a ver qué tal el final

Sometimes it seems to Susanna that Agnes isn't just mother to her - and the twins, of course - but mother to the whole town, the entire county.

It was a time of confusion, of the seasons following hard upon each other.

This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation

Scout mi chica ánimo no podrán contigo

Summer was our best season

Love takes the meaning in love's conference

I give him curses, yet he gives me love

I give hime curses, yet he gives me love

To the past, said Winston,
The past is more important, agreed O'Brien gravely.

George Orwell freaky

Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth

Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still privacy, love and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.

Tell me the truth. Didn't you come from the other side?

Yes. I was on the other side.

You came back because of me?

Yes.

You rememory me?

Yes. I remember you.

You never forgot me?

Your face is mine

"Today is always here," Said Sethe. "Tomorrow, never"

How loose the silk. How fine and loose and free

El pensamiento positivo es perverso, lo mismo que la buena voluntad

-¿Cómo qué, mamá?- preguntó.
-¿Cómo he llegado a ser tan vieja?