Estaba cansado, ya no tenía fuerzas para seguir adelante.
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Disappointments are to the soul what thunderstorms are to the air. -Johann Schiller
I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.
Herman Hesse, Siddhartha (via the-book-diaries)
My god!
What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via quotespile)
But most good writers are Don Quixote at heart, and unreasonableness is often a condition of art.
Ha Jin, The Writer as Migrant (via quotespile)
“I miss your arms wrapped around my body. I miss your hands running up and down my spine. Please come over and hold me so I can forget about the world. Please suffocate me and promise you won’t let go. I want you to hug me so tight that I can’t even breathe right. I’m ready to die in your arms, because I’m finally home again.”
— so happy i could die | Patreon | Instagram
“A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being