Amos Quotes

Stay is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.

Girls you've gotta know when it's time to turn the page.

Every single pleasure I can imagine or have experienced is more delightful, more of a pleasure, if you take it in small sips, if you take your time. Reading is not an exception.

Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

AMOS CONTI'S PRECEPT Don't try too hard to be cool. It always shows, and that's uncool.

Now, now," Bast said. "It's not so bad." "Right," I said. "We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end." "That's the spirit!" Bast said brightly. "Now, let's have a picnic.

What kind of half-assed apocalypse are they running down there?” Amos said. “Give ’em a break. It’s their first.

Amos sipped his coffee. "Sorry if that distubed you. Khufu's very picky. He only eats foods that end in -o. Doritos, burritos, flamingos." I blinked. "Did you say-" "Carter," Sadie warned. She looked a little queasy, like she'd already had this conversation. "Don't ask.

So, you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

If you really want a challenge, just deal with yourself.

What girls do to each other is beyond description. No Chinese torture comes close.

Right,” I said. “So the baboon, the crocodile…any other pets I should know about?” Amos thought for a moment. “Visible ones? No, I think that’s it.

And this is the east shore?" Sadie asked. "You said something about that in London--my grandparents living on the east shore." Amos smiled. "Yes. Very good, Sadie. In ancient times, the east bank of the Nile was always the side of the living, the side where the sun rises. The dead were buried west of the river. It was considered bad luck, even dangerous, to live there. The tradition is still strong among... our people." Our people?" I asked, but Sadie muscled in with another question. So you can't live in Manhattan?" she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. "Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate.

If they keep crashing stuff into the moon, the moon's gonna get pissed off, and the tides'll change, and all the women'll start PMS-ing together. Then you guys are going to fucking regret it.

I don't see myself as weird, I just see myself as honest.

If you steal from one book you are condemned as a plagiarist, but if you steal from ten books you are considered a scholar, and if you steal from thirty or forty books, a distinguished scholar.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare

Sadie got up and kissed Amos on the forehead. “Leave it to us, Uncle. I’ve got a plan.” “That,” I said, “sounds like very bad news.

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde. te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera, sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres...

So you can't live in Manhattan?' she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. 'Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don`t fit into boxes.

The truth lies in between the 1st and the 40th drink

Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much. But you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.

I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.

Get off the cross, we need the wood.

Most people would rather be sheep than stand on their own with antlers on.

On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.

Last man standing," Amos replied with another grin. "It's in my job description.

When you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice, Amos

You're Pippa Fricking Fitz-Amo-bi. My little Sarge. Pippus Maximus, and there's nothing you can't do.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence.

If anybody felt worse than I did, it was Amos. I had just enough magic to turn myself into a falcon and him into a hamster (hey, I was rushed!)

They know they’ve won,” Carter guessed. “They’re making a show of it.” “Yes,” Amos said. “Well, let’s blow up the boats or something!” I said. Amos looked at me. “Is that your strategy, honestly?

I looked across the river to Manhattan. It was a great view. When Sadie and I had first arrived at Brooklyn House, Amos had told us that magicians tried to stay out of Manhattan. He said Manhattan had other problems--whatever that meant. And sometimes when I looked across the water, I could swear I was seeing things. Sadie laughed about it, but once I thought I saw a flying horse. Probably just the mansion's magic barriers causing optical illusions, but still, it was weird.

When you've got the virgin and the whore sitting next to each other, they're likely to judge each other harshly.

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.

Out my left, I saw baboon bum, out my right, my long-lost uncle Amos. Naturally, I decided to focus on the right.

I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

The violence between women is unbelievable...women try to make each other crawl so that their knees are bleeding.

Ti amo, mia bella ragazza. Per sempre." "Sempre?" She asked. Cracking a smile, he brushed his finger softly across her lips. "Always and forever

Amos stopped before the entrance, which was the size of a garage door—a dark heavy square of timber with no visible handle or lock. “Carter after you.” “Um, how do I—” “How do you think?” Great another mystery. I was about to suggest we ram Amos’s head against it and see if that worked.

Here’s the thing,” Amos said. “If you did go in there, you might feel like you had to do something. And then I might feel like I had to do something. And then we’d all be doing things, and we’d all wind up having a worse day, just in general.

Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.

Brother dear,” I said, “did your soul leave your body while Amos was talking, or did you actually hear him? Egyptian gods real. Red Lord bad. Red Lord’s birthday: very soon, very bad. House of Life: fussy magicians who hate our family because dad was a bit of a rebel, whom you could take a lesson from. Which leaves us—just us—with Dad missing, an evil god about to destroy the world, and an uncle who just jumped off the building—and I can’t actually blame him.” I took a breath. [Yes, Carter, I do have to breathe occasionally.]

There are lots of women who are attracted to tyrannical men. Like moths to a flame. And there are some women who do not need a hero or even a stormy lover but a friend. Just remember that when you grow up. Steer clear of the tryant lovers, and try to locate the ones who are looking for a man as a friend, not because they are feeling empty themselves but because they enjoy making you full too. And remember that friendship between a woman and a man is something much more precious and rare than love: love is actually something quite gross and even clumsy compared to friendship. Friendship includes a measure of sensitivity, attentiveness, generosity, and a finely tuned sense of moderation.

The best way to know the soul of another country is to read its literature.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. “I don’t want to scare you.” “Too late.

When people don’t know anything,” Amos said, “they love having meetings to talk about it.

I did notice as I walked that Amos had stayed right next to me. And Jack was close on the other side of me. And Miles was in front of us and Henry was in back of us. They were surrounding me as we walked through the crowds of kids. Like I had my own emperor's guard.

Amos clapped his hands. “Khufu!” I thought he’d sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.

—Ya no te amo —susurró ella. —No te amo en absoluto. A él se le puso un nudo en la garganta. —No importa, cariño. Yo tengo amor suficiente por los dos.

–He luchado en vano. Ya no puedo más. Soy incapaz de contener mis sentimientos. Permítame que le diga que la admiro y la amo apasionadamente.

A bicycle?” Amos leaned on the breakfast bar. “Sure. They don’t need fuel, they don’t get sick. Most of the repairs, you can handle on your own. You’re looking for post-apocalyptic transportation, bikes are the way to go.

Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

There’s just something magical about a library. It’s like a portal to many different worlds.

With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.

Is there room in my heart for you to follow your heart?

Gostava de saber porque te amo nesta forma estranha de te não ter amado nunca.

Same here, Cap'n," Amos said. "I got a lot of past in my past.

No puedo resistirme a ti —dijo Alex con suavidad. —¿Lo sabes, no? Y ya me he cansado de fingir lo contrario —adoptó una expresión de profunda preocupación. —Pero no te amo, Daisy, y no puedes hacerte una idea de cuánto lo siento, porque si tuviera que amar a alguien, sería a ti.

Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?

To stories that fuck you so good you’ll need a cigarette.   This is one of those stories.

The house of Life doesn’t trust our family, especially after what Dad and Mom did. Amos said we were raised apart for a reason, so we wouldn’t trigger each other’s magic.” “Bloody awful reason to keep us apart,” I muttered.

Never was a cornflake girl; Thought it was a good solution: hanging with the raisin girls.

Later,” Amos said, “when you’re wishing we had this stuff, I am going to be merciless in my mockery. And then we’ll die.

It's frightening to think that you might not know something, but more frightening to think that, by and large, the world is run by people who have faith that they know exactly what is going on.

And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true.

Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)

Non ti amo per noia, o per solitudine, o per capriccio. Ti amo perchè il desiderio di te è più forte di qualsiasi felicità.

Captain,” Amos said with mock surprise. “Have you actually learned from your past? Is this a new thing you do now?

te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Don’t mistake me giving you space as me not being interested. It’s not every woman I let into my bed, much less into my life, and even more into Amos’s life. Before you, it’d been nobody. So just because I don’t know what your mouth tastes like yet doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to. But Sofie would tell you I’ve got a big, fragile heart, and I think I do, so I need you to know what you want for my sake too, Buddy. Does that make it clear?

Yo no te considero de mi propiedad, yo te considero una extensión de mi alma, Cleo.

So then I though I'd make some plans, but Fire thought she'd really rather be Water instead...

Set’s storm is gathering,” Amos said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Shall we drive into is?

Nunca amamos alguém. Amamos, tão-somente, a ideia que fazemos de alguém. É a um conceito nosso - em suma, é a nós mesmos - que amamos. Isto é verdade em toda a escala do amor. No amos sexual buscamos um prazer nosso por intermédio de um corpo estranho. No amor diferente do sexual, buscamos um prazer nosso dado por intermédio de uma ideia nossa. O onanista é objecto, mas, em exacta verdade, o onanista é a perfeita expressão lógica do amoroso. É o único que não disfarça nem se engana.

A conflict begins and ends in the hearts and minds of people, not in the hilltops.

Everybody told me this 'girl on the piano' thing was never going to work.

You know that half the girls in school would have been after you." He gave a soft laugh. "If they were into someone who was flunking out...I don't think I'd do too well with having to go to class when a bell rings or caring about homework..." "A bad boy--even better. You'd have done well in Spanish class." "If I ever went to it." We lay in silence for a awhile; Alex's arms felt so warm and safe that I was starting to get sleepy. "Say something in Spanish," I mumbled. He kissed my hair. "Te amo, Willow," he said quietly. I came awake, smiling into the darkness. "What does that mean?" I whispered. I could almost hear his own smile. "What do you think it means?" I hugged him, kissing his collarbone and wondering if it was possible to actually die of happiness. "Te amo, Alex.

¿Qué más? Ella es tan hermosa. No te cansas de verla. Nunca te preocupas si es más inteligente que tú: sabes que lo es. Es graciosa sin querer serlo. La amo. Soy tan afortunado de amarla

Amos believed that people go way out of their way to avoid minor embarrassments and he decided very early on in his life that it was not worth it.

Puedes no ser su primero, su ultimo o su único. Ella amo antes y puede amar de nuevo. Pero si ella te ama ahora, Que otra cosa importa? Ella no es perfecta -tu tampoco lo eres, y los dos podrán nunca ser perfectos juntos, pero si ella te puede hacer reír, hacer que pienses las cosas dos veces, y puede admitir ser humana y cometer errores, Hazla tuya y dale lo mas que puedas. Puede que ella no piense en ti cada segundo del día, pero ella te dará una parte de su cuerpo que sabe es frágil - su corazón. Así que no la lastimes, no la cambies, no la analices y no esperes más de lo que ella pueda dar. Sonríe cuando te haga feliz, déjale saber cuándo te enfurezca y extráñala cuando no esté ahí.

Over the last few hours I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore.

Si no te has ganado mi alma, no tienes derecho a someterme.

En qué lugar, en dónde, a qué deshoras me dirás que te amo? Esto es urgente porque la eternidad se nos acaba.

A guitarist or a drummer can get a cold and still play; I get a cold and sound like a wet mitten trying to sing you a love song. Charming.

I now believe that all journeys are ridiculous: the only journey from which you don't always come back empty-handed is the journey inside yourself.

Sé que estamos jodidos, ¿De acuerdo? Soy impulsivo y tengo mal genio, y te metiste bajo mi piel como nadie más. Actúas como si me odiaras un minuto, y luego como si me necesitaras al siguiente. Nunca acierto en nada, y no te merezco... pero estoy malditamente enamorado de ti, Abby. Te amo más de lo que he querido a nadie ni nada, nunca. Cuando estás cerca, no necesito alcohol, ni dinero, ni lucha, o algo de una sola noche... todo lo que necesito es a ti. Tú eres en todo lo que pienso. Eres todo lo que soñé. Eres todo lo que quiero." - Travis

Yes, I read. Religiously. It’s what takes me out of my life

My life was a wandering; I never had a homeland. It was a matter of being constantly tossed about, without rest; nowhere and never did I find a home.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera.

When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books: however systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy a shelf-life in some corner on an out-of-the-way library somehwere in Reykjavik, Valladolid or Vancouver.

Total parcial: te quiero. Total general: te amo

The psychologists Daniel Kahnerman and Amos Tversky have shown when humans estimate the likelihood or frequency of an event, we make that judgment based not on how often the event has actually occurred, but on how vivid the past examples are.

From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. She’s been everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own.

Cada palabra que has escrito. Tú y yo, Tess, somos parecidos. Nosotros vivimos y respiramos palabras. Fueron los libros los que me impidieron quitarme la vida después de que pensé que nunca podría amar a alguien, que nunca sería amado por alguien. Fueron los libros los que me hicieron sentir que, quizás, no estaba completamente solo. Ellos podían ser completamente honestos conmigo y yo con ellos. Leyendo tus palabras, lo que tú escribiste, cómo te sentías sola en ocasiones y temerosa, pero siempre valiente. Por la forma en que veías el mundo, sus colores, texturas y sonidos, sentí… sentí la forma en que tú pensabas, esperabas, sentías, soñabas. Sentí que estaba soñando, pensando y sintiendo contigo. Soñé lo que tú has soñado, quise lo que tú has querido… y entonces me di cuenta de que, lo que realmente quería, eras tú. La chica detrás de las palabras garabateadas. Te amo desde el momento en que las leí. Aún te amo.

God sometimes you just don't come through, Do you need a woman to look after you?

Facts have a tendency to obscure the truth.

The less of routine, the more of life.

On bad days I talk to Death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that's not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage and suicide is definitely your last performance and being addicted to the stage, suicide was never an option - plus people get to look you over and stare at your fatty bits and you can't cross your legs to give that flattering thigh angle and that's depressing. So we talk. She says things no one else seems to come up with, like let's have a hotdog and then it's like nothing's impossible. She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I'm more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. And when I do accept that, I know Death is somewhere inside of me. She was the kind of girl all the girls wanted to be, I believe, because of her acceptance of "what is." She keeps reminding me there is change in the "what is" but change cannot be made till you accept the "what is.

You find three types of love in your lifetime. The first will show you all that you did wrong. The second will show you how you should be loved, but the third will show you what it feels like to die while still being alive.

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.

[Death] was not at home by that time, he was in his yam garden.

The worst nightmare is to have no dreams

It’s hard to know how people select a course in life,” Amos said. “The big choices we make are practically random. The small choices probably tell us more about who we are. Which field we go into may depend on which high school teacher we happen to meet. Who we marry may depend on who happens to be around at the right time of life. On the other hand, the small decisions are very systematic. That I became a psychologist is probably not very revealing. What kind of psychologist I am may reflect deep traits.

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecha es mía, tan cerca que cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

Imagine your body replaced by dust and vapor, and having a tingly feeling in your stomach without even having a stomach. Imagine having to concentrate just to keep yourself from dispersing into nothing. I got so angry, a flash of lightning crackled inside me. “Don’t be that way,” Amos chuckled. “It’s only for a few minutes.

El corazón de un amo está en una mazmorra muy peligrosa, y solo una princesa con alma de dragón puede reclamarlo. Cuando entregue mi corazón, lo entregaré para siempre.

Hanya ada satu yang ingin kucuri darimu, Tia, dan kamu tahu persis apa itu... Your Heart (Marco Dante - Ti Amo, Tia Amoria)

To the girls who never noticed Prince Charming... because the monster under their bed did that thing they liked with his tongue

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul. Dive deep into your soul and explore it. I don’t want to renounce my dark side. The truth has always held an enormous interest for me.

You are the bloom of a spring, a poet's imagination so true... It's amazing how much more beautiful you look, each time I see you.

Healing for me is being able to sit next to the butcher and say 'Yes, I’m sitting next to the butcher now,' instead of saying 'there is no butcher'.

Strange, i thought i knew you well, thought i had read the sky, thought i had seen a change in your eyes.

Always trust your heart. It never tells you lie.

Love is a curious mixture of opposites, a blend of extreme selfishness and total devotion. A paradox! Besides which, love, everybody is always talking about love, love, but love isn't something you choose, you catch it like a disease, you get trapped in it, like a disaster.

Love is like a lost fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.

I believe in peace, Bitch.

Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again.

Cuando llores, yo lameré tus lágrimas.

If you have no more tears left to weep, then don’t weep. Laugh.

You’re cranky because you’re tired,” Amos said. “You got that I-have-to-save-everyone hangup, so I make it that you haven’t slept in about two days. But listening to people bitch? Yeah, that’s sorta your job. It’s why you make the big money.” “We make the same money.” “Then I guess you’re doing it for the fame and glory.” “I hate you,” Holden said.

Eres como yo. Dices las cosas que pienso pero nunca digo en voz alta. Lees los libros que leo. Amas la poesía que yo amo. Me haces reír con tus canciones ridículas y la forma en que lo ves todo. Siento como si pudieras mirar dentro de mí y ver todos los lugares en los que soy extraña o inusual y adaptas tu corazón alrededor de ellos porque eres extraño e inusual de la misma forma. Somos lo mismo.

Ti amo. Esisti solo tu per me." I love you. You're the only one for me. "You're my pleasure, my sanity, my calmness, my home. My positive counterpart in every negative characteristic I own.

-¿Kitten? -¿Si? Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo." Daemon Black, Opposition.

Te amo." "Je t'aime, mon cheri," Ty said brokenly.

—Te amo, Viernes. —Y yo a ti, jefe — contesté.

—Pero la amas. Will se lo quedó mirando. —Por supuesto que la amo —dijo finalmente—. Había llegado a pensar que nunca amaría nadie, pero la amo.

Anything your father said. People he might have mentioned.” “Amos,” I blurted out, just to see his reaction. “He met a man named Amos.” Inspector Williams sighed. “Sadie, he couldn’t have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York.” “He isn’t in New York!” I insisted. “He’s right—” I glanced out the window and Amos was gone. Bloody typical.

The pleasantries were just ritual, but ritual was important. In Amos’ experience the more dangerous any two people were, the more carefully polite their social interactions tended to be. The loud, blustering ones were trying to get the other guy to back down. They wanted to stay out of a fight. The quiet ones were figuring out how to win it.

Amos was not merely an optimist. He willed himself to be an optimist because he had decided pessimism was stupid. "When you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice," Amos liked to say. "Once when you worry about it and the second time when it happens.

Faith cannot be about absolute certainty in the letters of the Bible and wrath against those who don’t comply (Ephesians 2:15). It has to be about overwhelming trust in God’s love,6 which as the apostle Paul confirms, is beyond the letter of law and narrow legalistic interpretations.

She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.

He said, first let's just unzip your religion down.

To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant.

Buen intento, amigo.-No me estas haciendo decir "Te amo" tan fácil, incluso si es verdad. Seth reprimió una sonrisa y cruzo los brazos sobre el pecho. -¿Sabes que escuche eso, verdad? ¡MIERDA!

«—Te amo —susurró y me besó la frente—. Con espinas y todo.»

When you are filled with self-hate your mind is reversed. Meaning you will love the things that destroy you, and you will hate the things that advance your growth.

—Es decir que tus padres piensan que yo soy tu caso de caridad —dijo elevando ambas cejas. —No. Mis padres piensan que eres lo que más amo en la vida —dijo entre dientes.

I love you, too," I whispered so softly I didn't know if he'd heard me. "Ti amo tanto, Sebastian, sempre e per sempre.

The whole of reality was just a vain attempt to imitate the world of words.

As graceful as a floating swan, but as deadly as a silver bullet.

Respeta a las mujeres, pequeña mierda. Fue una jodida mujer quien te llevo en su jodido cuerpo, quien parió y te amo. Y será una mujer quien te mantenga caliente por la noche, quien te permitirá entrar en su cuerpo, y será una mujer quien traiga al mundo tus putos hijos. Respeta a las putas mujeres a todas o te mataré.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

When you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice. Once when you worry about it, and the second time when it happens.

She's not just my rock, she's my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and It'll end with her.

Credo che non ti amerei tanto se in te non ci fosse nulla da lamentare, nulla da rimpiangere. Io non amo la gente perfetta, quelli che non sono mai caduti, non hanno inciampato. La loro è una virtù spenta, di poco valore. A loro non si è svelata la bellezza della vita.

Chance is commonly viewed as a self-correcting process in which a deviation in one direction induces a deviation in the opposite direction to restore the equilibrium. In fact, deviations are not "corrected" as a chance process unfolds, they are merely diluted.

El dolor es una sensación. La puedes dirigir al placer o al sufrimiento, y es nuestra mano quien guía ese termómetro. Y yo quiero tu placer. Todo él. No quiero dejar nada para nadie más.

...Her entire life has been devoted to healing the deepest, most invasive unseeable scar that one can ever have.

A veces, en las cadenas de la sumisión, se halla la verdadera libertad.

We’ve all lost our mind, baby, but that’s how we all found each other. We’re all lost, but we’re all lost on the same road.

Secrets are weapons, and silence is the trigger. – V. S. H. I

We all say and do things we regret, but it’s never to late to change, apologize and become a better person

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

A proposito: vi amo.

Elle hugged Amo’s side, then she leaned up as high as she could and kissed him on the cheek, barely making it. “Thanks.” 　　Elle ran off into the classroom to go be with her best friend. She couldn’t be happier 　　Nero couldn’t be more pissed. He didn’t understand how Amo could get a fucking thank you without asking. How he could get a kiss without asking. How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.

Kamu nggak akan pernah bisa mengukur cinta. Kamu cuma bisa merasakannya, menggerogoti dirimu dari hari ke hari. Seperti monster yang tidak pernah terpuaskan. Menyakitimu karena rindu.

Ouço-te ciciar amo-te pela primeira vez, e na ténue luminosidade que se recolhe ao horizonte acaba o corpo. Recolho o mel, guardo a alegria, e digo-te baixinho: Apaga as estrelas, vem dormir comigo no esplendor da noite do mundo que nos foge.

Not long," Zia said. "I wanted to talk to you before [Carter and Amos] come back." [Sadie] raised an eyebrow. "About Carter? Well, if you're wondering whether he likes you, the way he stammers might be an indication." Zia frowned. "No, I'm—" "Asking if I mind? Very considerate. I must say at first I had my doubts, what with you threatening to kill us and all, but I've decided you're not the bad sort, and Carter's mad about you, so—" "It's not about Carter." "Oops. Could you just forget what I said, then?

Every emotion that is in the human mind is there for a positive reason, and they must be used for positive reasons, anger is a positive emotion if it used correctly, so is aggression. God did not put anger and aggression in you just for negative purposes alone.

Amo a liberdade, por isso as coisas que amo deixo-as livres. Se voltarem é porque as conquistei, se não voltarem é porque nunca as tive

I'm the queen of the nerds.

Sono poche le persone che io amo per davvero e ancora meno quelle delle quali io penso bene. Più conosco il mondo, più ne sono disgustata; e ogni giorno conferma la mia convinzione dell'incoerenza del carattere umano, e della poca fiducia che possiamo riporre in tutto ciò che può apparire merito o intelligenza.

　Nero noticed his friends gawking. “Hey, fuckers, move your eyes to someone else.” 　　“Damn, Nero, you were right. Elle is just so heartbroken.” Amo couldn’t hold in his laughter. 　　Nero leaned up from the car and ran his hands through his hair. He turned back to them and saw Vincent closing his eyes, whispering something. 　　“What the hell are you doing?” 　　Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. “I was just thanking God for leggings.

Tienes que comprenderlo: Yo no soy nadie especial. Soy solo una chica normal. Mido uno sesenta y soy del montón en muchas cosas. Pero tengo un secreto. Aunque construyan murallas que lleguen hasta el cielo, yo encontraré la forma de volar sobre ellas. Aunque intenten atraparme con cientos de armas, yo encontraré un modo de resistir. Y hay muchos como yo ahí fuera, más de los que crees. Gente que se niega a dejar de creer. Gente que se niega a volver a tierra. Gente que ama en un mundo sin murallas, gente que ama frente al odio, frente al rechazo, sin miedo y contra toda esperanza.Te amo. Recuerda. Eso no pueden quitártelo.

I don’t think he’ll go that far.’ Carter rose to his feet and scanned the horizon. ‘Our headquarters are in Brooklyn. And I’m guessing Manhattan is like Greek god central? A long time ago, our Uncle Amos hinted at that.’ ‘Well, yeah,’ I said. ‘Mount Olympus hovers over the Empire State Building, so –’ ‘Mount Olympus –’ Sadie blinked – ‘hovers over the … Of course it does. Why not?

… that sour blend of loneliness and lust for recognition, shyness and extravagance, deep insecurity and self-intoxicated egomania, that drives poets and writers out of their rooms to seek each other out, to rub shoulders with one another, bully, joke, condescend, feel each other, lay a hand on a shoulder or an arm round a waist, to chat and argue with little nudges, to spy a little, sniff out what is cooking in other pots, flatter, disagree, collude, be right, take offence, apologise, make amends, avoid each other, and seek each other’s company again.

Nero, we need to talk. Chloe will not get off my ass. I told her,” Amo looked right at Chloe in the eyes, “to walk beside me, but she refuses to even say a word to me.” 　　“T-that’s how I walk!” Chloe blurted. 　　Elle started laughing; it was too hard not to. 　　“Oh, now you can talk because Elle’s around.” Elle only laughed harder. "I blame you!” He pointed at Elle.

She had not wanted him to but had let him have his way because ever since she was a child she had generally yielded before anyone with strong willpower, especially if it was a man, not because she was naturally submissive, but because strong male willpower gave her a feeling of safety and trust, together with acceptance and a desire to give in.

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

The fact is that all the power in the world cannot transform someone who hates you into someone who likes you. It can turn a foe into a slave, but not into a friend. All the power in the world cannot transform a fanatic into an enlightened man. All the power in the world cannot transform someone thirsting for vengeance into a lover.

I salute to you Commander and I sneeze 'Cause I have Now an Allergy To your policies it seems Where have we gone wrong America? Mr. Lincoln we can't seem to find you anywhere out of the millions From the deserts To the mountains Over prairies To the shores Is this just the Madness of King George Yo George Is this just the Madness of King George Yo George Well you have the whole Nation on all fours.

And remember that friendship between a woman and a man is something much more precious and rare than love: love is actually something quite gross and even clumsy compared to friendship. Friendship includes a measure of sensitivity, attentiveness, generosity, and a finely tuned sense of moderation.

No te amo. Amo a mi familia y tal vez a Casey y Jessica, pero el amor romántico lleva años y años en aparecer. Entonces no te amo. Pero admitiré que he pensado mucho en ti últimamente y definitivamente tengo sentimientos por ti… Otros sentimientos además de odio mayormente. Y tal vez es posible que en el futuro pueda amarte. Pero todavía quiero matarte la mayor parte del tiempo.

I have to go home, Masi. You are my home, bella. I am lost without you. He couldn’t speak. There were no words to recoil the loss consuming him. Massimo brought his hands up to her face. Kissing her one last time. He had to for his sanity. And he did with great passion, knowing he’d hurt her face when she kissed him back. But she did. He heard the cry in her throat as their tongues danced. Warm tears touched his palms as they continued to kiss. His fingertips were wet with sadness. He kept on kissing her. Unable to stop, he needed ten more seconds. Ti amo, I love you. Please don’t leave. I’ve waited my whole life for you. When he pulled his face back, she cried, and he realized he did also.

One of the great truths of the Bible is that whenever God gets ready to do anything in the earth, He always works through a person or a group of people whom He has called and who have willingly responded to Him. The human factor is key for God’s activity on the earth. When God prepared to deliver the Israelites from Egypt, He called Moses. When He got ready to rescue His people from the Midianites, He called Gideon. When God wanted to warn His disobedient people of His judgment and call them back to Him, He called Elijah, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Amos, and the other prophets. When God was ready to send His Son into the world, He chose Mary, a humble peasant girl, to be His mother. When Jesus Christ prepared to send His message of salvation throughout the world, He called and anointed men and women—His Church—and commissioned them for the mission. This illustrates an incredible principle under which God operates: Without God we cannot, and without us God will not. For everything that God desires to do in the earth, He enters into partnership with those to whom He has already given dominion.

—¡Mírame! —exigí. Algo confuso, obedeció. —Mírame como siempre lo hacías mientras buscabas aquello que tanto anhelabas de mí. Él abrió los ojos claramente impactado. Clavó su felina mirada en la mía durante un largo instante en el que dejé brotar todo el amor que me inspiraba. Una chispa encendió el claro verdor de su mirada. Lo había visto. —Sí —confirmé emocionada—, lo has conseguido, maldito. Me has robado el corazón. Te amo tanto que este tiempo sin ti ha sido la tortura más cruel. Y, déjame advertirte algo: si vuelves a tocar a otra mujer, te juro que te arrancaré los genitales y se los daré de comer a los cuervos.

His heart cracked, and he fell in love. He wondered if she would marry him. “Tu sei pazzo,” she told him with a pleasant laugh. “Why am I crazy?” he asked. “Perché non posso sposare.” “Why can’t you get married?” “Because I am not a virgin,” she answered. “What has that got to do with it?” “Who will marry me? No one wants a girl who is not a virgin.” “I will. I’ll marry you.” “Ma non posso sposarti.” “Why can’t you marry me?” “Perché sei pazzo.” “Why am I crazy?” “Perché vuoi sposarmi.” Yossarian wrinkled his forehead with quizzical amusement. “You won’t marry me because I’m crazy, and you say I’m crazy because I want to marry you? Is that right?” “Si.” “Tu sei pazz’!” he told her loudly. “Perché?” she shouted back at him indignantly, her unavoidable round breasts rising and falling in a saucy huff beneath the pink chemise as she sat up in bed indignantly. “Why am I crazy?” “Because you won’t marry me.” “Stupido!” she shouted back at him, and smacked him loudly and flamboyantly on the chest with the back of her hand. “Non posso sposarti! Non capisci? Non posso sposarti.” “Oh, sure, I understand. And why can’t you marry me?” “Perché sei pazzo!” “And why am I crazy?” “Perché vuoi sposarmi.” “Because I want to marry you. Carina, ti amo,” he explained, and he drew her gently back down to the pillow. “Ti amo molto.” “Tu sei pazzo,” she murmured in reply, flattered. “Perché?” “Because you say you love me. How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?” “Because I can’t marry you.” She bolted right up again in a threatening rage. “Why can’t you marry me?” she demanded, ready to clout him again if he gave an uncomplimentary reply. “Just because I am not a virgin?” “No, no, darling. Because you’re crazy.

Não te amo como se fosse rosa de sal,topázio ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo: te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras, secretamente,entre a sombra e a alma. Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva dentro de si,oculta, a luz daquelas flores, e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo o apertado aroma que ascendeu da terra. Te amo sem saber como,nem quando,nem onde, te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho: assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira, senão assim deste modo em que eu não sou nem és tão perto que tua mão sobre meu peito é minha tão perto que se fecham meus olhos com meu sonho.

Ningún hombre sabe, hasta que llega el momento, qué profundidades hay en su interior. Para algunos hombres no llega nunca; dejémoslos descansar y demos gracias. Para mí, tú la has traído, tú la has forzado, y el fondo de ese mar embravecido se ha alzado desde entonces... Te amo. Lo que quieren decir otros hombres cuando usan esa expresión no lo sé; lo que quiero decir yo es que estoy bajo la influencia de una atracción terrible, que he resistido en vano y que me domina. Puedes arrastrarme al fuego, puedes arrastrarme a la horca, puedes arrastrarme a la muerte, puedes arrastrarme a todo aquello que siempre he evitado, puedes arrastrarme a cualquier peligro y cualquier desgracia. A eso y a la confusión de mis pensamientos, que es tal que no valgo para nada, es a lo que me refiero cuando digo que eres mi ruina.

Con te sarò nuovo. Ti dico queste parole nel periodo migliore della mia vita, nel periodo in cui sto bene, in cui ho capito tante cose. Nel periodo in cui mi sono finalmente ricongiunto con la mia gioia. In questo periodo la mia vita è piena, ho tante cose intorno a me che mi piacciono, che mi affascinano. Sto molto bene da solo, e la mia vita senza di te è meravigliosa. Lo so che detto così suona male, ma non fraintendermi, intendo dire che ti chiedo di stare con me non perché senza di te io sia infelice: sarei egoista, bisognoso e interessato alla mia sola felicità, e così tu saresti la mia salvezza. Io ti chiedo di stare con me perché la mia vita in questo momento è veramente meravigliosa, ma con te lo sarebbe ancora di più. Se senza di te vivessi una vita squallida, vuota, misera non avrebbe alcun valore rinunciarci per te. Che valore avresti se tu fossi l'alternativa al nulla, al vuoto, alla tristezza? Più una persona sta bene da sola, e più acquista valore la persona con cui decide di stare. Spero tu possa capire quello che cerco di dirti. Io sto bene da solo ma quando ti ho incontrato è come se in ogni parola che dico nella mia vita ci fosse una lettera del tuo nome, perché alla fine di ogni discorso compari sempre tu. Ho imparato ad amarmi. E visto che stando insieme a te ti donerò me stesso, cercherò di rendere il mio regalo più bello possibile ogni giorno. Mi costringerai ad essere attento. Degno dell'amore che provo per te. Da questo momento mi tolgo ogni armatura, ogni protezione... non sono solo innamorato di te, io ti amo. Per questo sono sicuro. Nell'amare ci può essere anche una fase di innamoramento, ma non sempre nell'innamoramento c'è vero amore. Io ti amo. Come non ho mai amato nessuno prima...

Amo amas amat amamus amatis amant amavi amavisti amavit amavimus amavistis amaverunt amavero amaveris amaverit… Everything was love. Everything will be love. Everything has been love. Everything would be love. Everything would have been love. Ah, that was it, the truth at last. Everything would have been love. The huge eye, which had become an immense sphere, was gently breathing, only it was not an eye nor a sphere but a great wonderful animal covered in little waving legs like hairs, waving oh so gently as if they were under water. All shall be well and all shall be well said the ocean. So the place of reconciliation existed after all, not like a little knot hole in a cupboard but flowing everywhere and being everything. I had only to will it and it would be, for spirit is omnipotent only I never knew it, like being able to walk on the air. I could forgive. I could be forgiven. I could forgive. Perhaps that was the whole of it after all. Perhaps being forgiven was just forgiving only no one had ever told me. There was nothing else needful. Just to forgive. Forgiving equals being forgiven, the secret of the universe, do not whatever you do forget it. The past was folded up and in the twinkling of an eye everything had been changed and made beautiful and good.

This is very simple in the world of chicks: some are hoochies, some are not, and some should never try to be. It's no different from the idea of sports. Now, I can go on my little rowing machine for four times a week, twenty-two minutes a time, and I can feel as if I flirt with the sporting world. Similar to the idea that a woman can put on something cuter for her man, for those moments, and flirt with garments that a hoochie woman might be pushing. But never for one moment should you get confused. My little rowing machine and I cannot consider ourselves athletes. Wearing the same garment does not a hoochie woman make. So if you are a true hoochie woman, may garments below the navel always be in your future. If you are not, then please don't throw away your cotton zippy jacket.

Amigo mío... yo no soy lo que parezco. Mi aspecto exterior no es sino un traje que llevo puesto; un traje hecho cuidadosamente, que me protege de tus preguntas, y a ti, de mi negligencia. El "yo" que hay en mí, amigo mío, mora en la casa del silencio, y allí permanecerá para siempre, inadvertido, secreto. No quisiera que creyeras en lo que digo ni que confiaras en lo que hago, pues mis palabras no son otra cosa que tus propios pensamientos, hechos sonido, y mis hechos son tus propias esperanzas en acto. Cuando dices: "El viento sopla hacia el Este", digo: "Sí, siempre sopla hacia el Este"; pues no quiero que sepas entonces que mi mente no mora en el viento, sino en el mar. No puedes comprender mis navegantes pensamientos, ni me interesa que los comprendas. Prefiero estar a solas en el mar. Cuando es de día para tí, amigo mío, es de noche para mí; sin embargo, todavía entonces hablo de la luz del día que danza en las montañas, y de la sombra purpúrea que se abre paso por el valle; pues no puedes oír las canciones de mi oscuridad, ni puedes ver mis alas que se agitan contra las estrellas, y no me interesa que oigas ni que veas lo que pasa en mí; prefiero estar a solas con la noche. Cuando tú subes a tu Cielo yo desciendo a mi Infierno. Y aún entonces me llamas a través del golfo infranqueable que nos separa: " ¡Compañero! ¡Camarada!" Y te contesto: "¡Compañero! ¡Camarada!, porque no quiero que veas mi Infierno. Las llamas te cegarían, y el humo te ahogaría. Y me gusta mi Infierno; lo amo al grado de no dejar que lo visites. Prefiero estar solo en mi Infierno. Tu amas la Verdad, la Belleza y lo Justo, y yo, por complacerte, digo que está bien, y finjo amar estas cosas. Pero en el fondo de mi corazón me río de tu amor por estas entidades. Sin embargo, no te dejo ver mi risa: prefiero reír a solas. Amigo mío, eres bueno, discreto y sensato; es más: eres perfecto. Y yo, a mi vez, hablo contigo con sensatez y discreción, pero... estoy loco. Sólo que enmascaro mi locura. Prefiero estar loco, a solas. Amigo mío, tú no eres mi amigo. Pero, ¿cómo hacer que lo comprendas? Mi senda no es tu senda y, sin embargo, caminamos juntos, tomados de la mano.

while it was true that books could change with the years just as much as people could, the difference was that whereas people would always drop you when they could no longer get any advantage or pleasure or interest or at least a good feeling from you, a book would never abandon you. Naturally you sometimes dropped them, maybe for several years, or even forever. But they, even if you betrayed them, would never turn their backs on you: they would go on waiting for you silently and humbly on their shelf. They would wait for ten years. They wouldn't complain. One night, when you suddenly needed a book, even at three in the morning, even if it was a book you had abandoned and erased from your heart for years and years, it would never disappoint you, it would come down from its shelf and keep you company in your moment of need. It would not try to get its own back or make excuses or ask itself if it was worth its while or if you deserved it or if you still suited each other, it would come at once as soon as you asked. A book would never let you down.

No man is an island, said John Donne, but I humbly dare to add: No man or woman is an island, but every one of us is a peninsula, half attached to the mainland, half facing the ocean – one half connected to family and friends and culture and tradition and country and nation and sex and language and many other things, and the other half wanting to be left alone to face the ocean. I think we ought to be allowed to remain peninsulas. Every social and political system that turns each of us into a Donnean island and the rest of humankind into an enemy or a rival is a monster. But at the same time every social and political and ideological system that wants to turn each of us into no more than a molecule of the mainland is also a monstrosity. The condition of peninsula is the proper human condition. That's what we are and that's what we deserve to remain.

I believe that if one person is watching a huge calamity, let’s say a conflagration, a fire, there are always three principle options. 1. Run away, as far away and as fast as you can and let those who cannot run burn. 2. Write a very angry letter to the editor of your paper demanding that the responsible people be removed from office with disgrace. Or, for that matter, launch a demonstration. 3. Bring a bucket of water and throw it on the fire, and if you don’t have a bucket, bring a glass, and if you don’t have a glass, use a teaspoon, everyone has a teaspoon. And yes, I know a teaspoon is little and the fire is huge but there are millions of us and each one of us has a teaspoon. Now I would like to establish the Order of the Teaspoon. People who share my attitude, not the run away attitude, or the letter attitude, but the teaspoon attitude – I would like them to walk around wearing a little teaspoon on the lapel of their jackets, so that we know that we are in the same movement, in the same brotherhood, in the same order, The Order of the Teaspoon.

-Arrête, Matilde -le pidió-. Arrête, s'il te plaît. Me rindo -susurró en francés, con los brazos alzados y la cabeza caída. Su mano se abrió y las fotografías se regaron en torno a él. Matilde supo que algo acababa de romperse en el interior de Eliah y sintió pánico. -Estoy cansado de vivir de esta manera, lleno de angustia y de desesperación por el temor constante a perderte, por no se suficiente para ti, por anhelar que me ames más que a nadie, por considerarme menos, por no merecerte... -Eliah, por favor... -Déjame hablar. Le temo a tu juicio lo mismo que a mis errores, que son muchos, lo sé, pero están en el pasado y nada puedo hacer para cambiarlos. Le temo a tu condena. En verdad, tú estas muy por encima de mí... -¡No! -clamó ella, e intentó acercarse, pero Al-Saud volvió a elevar los brazos y caminó hacia atrás. -Te amo de un modo que no es bueno para mí, tampoco lo es para ti. A veces pienso que es una obsesión que terminará con los dos.

Justice requires not only the ceasing and desisting of injustice but also requires either punishment or reparation for injuries and damages inflicted for prior wrongdoing. The essence of justice is the redistribution of gains earned through the perpetration of injustice. If restitution is not made and reparations not instituted to compensate for prior injustices, those injustices are in effect rewarded. And the benefits such rewards conferred on the perpetrators of injustice will continue to "draw interest," to be reinvested, and to be passed on to their children, who will use their inherited advantages to continue to exploit the children of the victims of the injustices of their ancestors. Consequently, injustice and inequality will be maintained across the generations as will their deleterious social, economic, and political outcomes.

—¿Te vas a ir? —susurra mientras sus ojos se amplían con miedo. No digo nada mientras intento reunir mis pensamientos. —No puedes —ruega. —Christian… yo… —Lucho por organizar mis pensamientos. ¿Qué estoy tratando de decir? Necesito tiempo, tiempo para procesar esto. Dame tiempo. —No. ¡No! —dice. —Yo… Él mira salvajemente alrededor de la habitación. ¿En busca de inspiración? ¿Intervención divina? No lo sé. —No te puedes ir. ¡Ana, te amo! —También te amo, Christian, es solo… —No… ¡no! —dice con desesperación y pone ambas manos sobre su cabeza. —Christian… —No —susurra, sus ojos amplios por el pánico, y de repente cae sobre sus rodillas frente a mí, la cabeza inclinada, sus manos con dedos largos extendidas sobre sus muslos. Toma una profunda respiración y no se mueve. ¿Qué? —Christian, ¿qué estás haciendo? Continua con su mirada abajo, sin mirarme. —¡Christian! ¿Qué estás haciendo? —Mi voz es aguda. No se mueve—. ¡Christian, mírame! —ordeno con pánico. Su cabeza se levanta sin vacilar, y me observa impasiblemente con su fría mirada gris, está casi sereno… expectante. Mierda… Christian. El sumiso.

Pero el amor, esa palabra… Moralista Horacio, temeroso de pasiones sin una razón de aguas hondas, desconcertado y arisco en la ciudad donde el amor se llama con todos los nombres de todas las calles, de todas las casas, de todos los pisos, de todas las habitaciones, de todas las camas, de todos los sueños, de todos los olvidos o los recuerdos. Amor mío, no te quiero por vos ni por mí ni por los dos juntos, no te quiero porque la sangre me llame a quererte, te quiero porque no sos mía, porque estás del otro lado, ahí donde me invitás a saltar y no puedo dar el salto, porque en lo más profundo de la posesión no estás en mí, no te alcanzo, no paso de tu cuerpo, de tu risa, hay horas en que me atormenta que me ames (cómo te gusta usar el verbo amar, con qué cursilería lo vas dejando caer sobre los platos y las sábanas y los autobuses), me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado, jamás Wright ni Le Corbusier van a hacer un puente sostenido de un solo lado, y no me mires con esos ojos de pájaro, para vos la operación del amor es tan sencilla, te curarás antes que yo y eso que me querés como yo no te quiero. Claro que te curarás, porque vivís en la salud, después de mí será cualquier otro, eso se cambia como los corpiños. Tan triste oyendo al cínico Horacio que quiere un amor pasaporte, amor pasamontañas, amor llave, amor revólver, amor que le dé los mil ojos de Argos, la ubicuidad, el silencio desde donde la música es posible, la raíz desde donde se podría empezar a tejer una lengua. Y es tonto porque todo eso duerme un poco en vos, no habría más que sumergirte en un vaso de agua como una flor japonesa y poco a poco empezarían a brotar los pétalos coloreados, se hincharían las formas combadas, crecería la hermosura. Dadora de infinito, yo no sé tomar, perdoname. Me estás alcanzando una manzana y yo he dejado los dientes en la mesa de luz. Stop, ya está bien así. También puedo ser grosero, fijate. Pero fijate bien, porque no es gratuito. ¿Por qué stop? Por miedo de empezar las fabricaciones, son tan fáciles. Sacás una idea de ahí, un sentimiento del otro estante, los atás con ayuda de palabras, perras negras, y resulta que te quiero. Total parcial: te quiero. Total general: te amo. Así viven muchos amigos míos, sin hablar de un tío y dos primos, convencidos del amor-que-sienten-por-sus-esposas. De la palabra a los actos, che; en general sin verba no hay res. Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al verse. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.