February 2012
33 posts
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984 George Orwell
“I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I...”
– John Cheever
2 tags
“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing...”
– J. D. Salinger
“You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies...”
– Jorge Luis Borges
“At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead...”
– Albert Camus The Stranger
“Truth is a battle of perceptions. People only see what they are prepared to...”
“This is to tell you about a young man named Ernest Hemingway who lives in Paris...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald in a letter to Maxwell Perkins, ca. 1924
1 tag
“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is...”
– Ernest Hemingway
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought,...”
– Frida Kahlo
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”
– Buddha
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom,...”
– Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more...”
– John Steinbeck Of Mice and Men
January 2012
29 posts
Anhelo su boca, su voz, su pelo. Silencioso y muerto de hambre, rondo a través de las calles. El pan no me alimenta, amanecer me interrumpe, yo busca todo el dia para la medida líquida de sus pasos.
Tengo hambre de su risa lisa, sus manos el color de una cosecha salvaje, hambre para las piedras pálidas de sus uñas, yo deseo comer su piel como una almendra entera.
Deseo comer el rayo de sol que...
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf
“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...”
– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...”
– Voltaire, Candide
“He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason
