Siempre he creído que en la vida hay personas que te alimentan, que te quieren y que necesitas de tal manera que cuando los pierdes nadie puede llenar ese vacío.
Bazıları, geleceğe olan inançlarını kaybetmedikleri için sabrederler. Bazıları, işi bitirmeye cesaret edemediklerinden. Korkaklık hiç kuşkusuz hor görülesi bir şey, ama gene de yaşamın düzenine dahil. Tıpkı boyun eğmek gibi, o d...
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. - Aristotle (Attributed by Seneca in Moral Essays, "De Tranquillitate Animi" On Tranquility of Mind, sct. 17, subsct. 10.)
Sammy Sosa grew up without a father in the back of a converted public hospital in San Pedro de Macoris, a dusty seaside town in the Dominican Republic. His father, Juan Montero, died when Sosa was 5.
Hundí mis manos en su cabello y tiré de él con suavidad, empujándole aún más hacia mí. Si resultaba que la excitación sobrepasaba los límites establecidos, haríamos el amor allí mismo.
El hambre es cruel, pero más cruel es la saciedad. La saciedad acaba con las personas, destruye sus ilusiones y acaba con su personalidad. Las convierte en animales de granja, cebados y satisfechos.
Eu poderia rimar e utilizar as mais belas palavras, porém nenhuma seria capaz de descrever o que sinto. Por isso desejo que minhas atitudes demonstrem e lhe deem toda a certeza que você precisa para se sentir amada.
Receio que a poesia é pior que o sexo tântrico: não mexe nem sai de cima. I'm afraid that poetry is worse than tantric sex: it does not not move or get off.
Y te extraño, pero no se puede revivir a un muerto... aún más cuando ese muerto ya está con vida. Y sigo preguntándome dónde esta ese chico maravilloso aquel que escapaba de sus sentimientos y escondía sus palabras.
The capital amassed in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries through various forms of slave economy is still in circulation, said De Jong, still bearing interest, increasing many times over and continually burgeoning anew.
To finish a work? To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul, to give it its final blow the coup de grace for the painter as well as for the picture.
Our time prides itself on having finally achieved the freedom from censorship for which libertarians in all ages have struggled...The credit for these great achievements is claimed by the new spirit of rationalism, a rationalism that, it is argued, h...
I reach out to touch one of the walls, imagining that I can feel his life and warmth through it, and I look around again, up toward the rooftops and then all the way to the night sky where a few faint stars can be seen, and there I think I really see...
If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” H...
Love potions? For Will 'erondale? 'Tain't my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you 'as got no need of love potions, and that's a fact." "No," Will said, a little desperation in his voice. "I was looking for the opposite, really -- ...
Jem’s knees gave out, and he sank to the trunk at the foot of his bed, still playing. He played Will breathing the name Cecily, and he played himself watching the glint of his own ring on Tessa’s hand on the train from York, knowing it was all a ...
Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characte...
Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine." Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?" Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he rea...
Well,” said a very amused voice. “This is unexpected.” Tessa sat bolt upright, pulling the heavy coverlet around her. Beside her, Will stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, eyelids fluttering open slowly. “What—” The room was filled...
No fundamentalist undercurrent ran through the national culture before the first war. Sufism had always been the predominant Muslim sect, and Wahhabism was a foreign, wartime import. A few times a year, Arab Wahhabis came through the village in searc...
Will!” He turned at the familiar voice and saw Tessa. There was a small path cut along the side of the hill, lined with unfamiliar white flowers, and she was walking up it, toward him. Her long brown hair blew in the wind — she had taken off her ...
