Lily And Lo Quotes

… our favorite Sayings from Ryke Meadows. My favorite: I fucking love you. Willow’s: I don’t fucking understand Tumblr. Lo’s: Fuck you, you fucking fuck. Lily’s: Fucking fantastic. Rose’s: No means no. Better yet, fuck no. Connor’s: Connor Cobalt is a fucking narcissist.

I’ve watched Lo become sober. I’ve watched Lily curb a relentless addiction. (I’m proud of you, sis.) I’ve watched Rose blaze her own trail and put fire to stereotypes. I’ve watched Connor fall in love. With more than just himself. I’ve watched Ryke Meadows unclip his shackles and rise again. And me. I’ve discovered who I am.

“Lily and Lo f**k a lot,” Ryke says, each f-bomb bleeped accordingly… “If we had to rank who’s getting the most, it’d be my brother, his girlfriend, then maybe Connor Cobalt and his hand.” Beside me, Connor grins and sips his wine, finding Ryke’s comment more amusing than I would.

I lost something recently," he tells me. My heart swells at the familiar voice, and I spin around to drop-dead-gorgeous cheekbones, a ruby-red visor, and lips that pull into a breathtaking smile. "Found her," he says.

Here was her mother sitting down across from her, reaching for her hands and chafing them as if she were frozen. She felt the rub of her mother’s wedding ring against her skin, and her mother’s face swam into focus, her brown eyes full of the sharp worry of love, and Lily thought, You will never look at me like this again.

It wasn’t like chocolate, Lily thought. It was like finding water after a drought. She couldn’t drink enough, and her thirst made her ashamed, and the shame made her angry.

Nadie puede asegurar lo que es o no posible, porque nadie está en nuestros zapatos.

Whatever happens, we’re in this together. You and me.” “Lily and Lo,

Did you bet on me?' I ask dumbfounded. 'Yeah,' Lo says, unabashed. His eyes fall to mine. 'And I'll always bet on your side.

I’ve heard that people spend a really long time finding their soul mates.” I squeeze Lily’s shoulder. She’s been in her soul mate’s arms since she was little. “It took you two long enough, didn’t it?” Lo says. “No thanks to me.” He pauses. “But I want you two to know— from the bottom of my black, decaying heart— I love you both, and the only perfect world has Ryke standing beside Daisy and Daisy standing beside Ryke. Anything less is fucked up. Remember that, will you?

Ohhh,” Lily gasps in realization. She frowns a little and then turns to Loren. I hear her whisper, “So we’re not magic?” “We’re definitely magic,” he whispers back with a nod. “Then what are they?” Her eyes flicker to Connor and me, catching us watching them. Lo purposely raises his voice so we can hear. “An immortal god who married an immortal demon.” He flashes me a dry smile. “Match made in purgatory.

juro que lucharé cada segundo para que sientas lo que es el amor verdadero. 

They had hugged each other quickly, and Lily realized then and there that they'd never be able to kiss goodbye in public. (A tightening in her chest as she reluctantly turned away.)

How am I supposed to know?” she asked instead. “What’s it supposed to be like?” Lana and Claire traded tiny smiles, and Claire asked gently, “What’s what supposed to be like?” Lily slumped back against the sofa, feeling boneless and muddled. “Falling in love, I guess.” “You’ll know,” Claire said. “It’s unmistakable.” (How she could recognize Kath at the other end of a crowded Galileo hallway by the way she walked.) “It’s like . . . well, it’s like falling,” Lana said. “Falling, or floating, or sinking.” (Every time they kissed.) “You won’t know which way is up.” “It’s like having a fever.” (The way the world seemed to narrow down to the tips of Kath’s fingers.) “It’s like being drunk—drunk for days.

Sé lo que se siente estar enamorado y los verdaderos amores muy pocas veces tienen la oportunidad de vivirse y como no se viven no te decepcionan y tendrás ese amor por siempre, con esa misma intensidad.

La casa se había vuelto más silenciosa de lo que había sido hasta ese momento: solo se escuchaba el péndulo del reloj moviéndose, y las campanas dando las horas, las cuales resonaban por toda la casa, y acompañaban el sonido que provocaban los tacos de la señora Doris al recorrer las plantas superiores

The fear of losing eachother is always stronger than the pain we cause

Their romance has never changed. We all thank the fucking world for that because there is no Lily without Lo. There is no Lo without Lily.

Lily and Lo,' I breathe. 'Lo and Lily.' He wipes his own fallen tears and he nods. 'We're going to be okay.

En algún tiempo, la casa comenzará a transformarse en las ruinas de un pasado glamoroso, y yo no quiero estar aquí para verlo; porque sé que, hagamos lo que hagamos por evitar que entren, puede que un día ya no podamos hacerlo, o que el simple enemigo silencioso del paso del tiempo vaya comiendo de a poco la casa hasta que esta simplemente muera, como todos los que en ella hemos habitado.

Ryke says I need to let it out. To scream. But I just saw Rose's meltdown, and all it really did was worry her husband, guilt Lo and cause Lily's eyes to bug out of her head. Why scream if it just hurts everyone around you?

And then the blood erupted, roared. Don’t rush this! I was the victim suddenly laid waste as if by a phallic god, slammed by the rushing blood against the floor of the universe, the heart pounding, emptying the frail form it sought to protect. And lo, she was dead. Oh, too soon. Crushed lily on the pillow, except she’d been no lily and I’d seen her grimy petty purple crimes as that blood made a fool of me, wasted me, left me warm, indeed hot, all over, licking my lips.

Ojalá y no te des cuenta a través del dolor de la pérdida, así es como uno se da cuenta si está o no enamorado, cuando pierdes lo que tienes y muchas veces no se recupera.

Something goes still inside Lily, as if her heart took a breath before it continued beating.

He wished I wasn't alive. But truth is, I kind of did too. Until I looked at Lily. Until I talked to her. I don't think I could have survived this life without that girl.

By the fridge, Lily holds a sleepy toddler in a panda onesie, and she whispers quietly with Lo. He has this look like he’s half-listening but really he’s thinking about how adorable his wife fucking is, especially with his daughter right there. I know how this’ll go so I don’t wait around to watch. He’ll tease her by leaning in for a kiss, only to stick his tongue in Lily’s ear. She’ll whisper-hiss his name and then slug his shoulder. He’ll mock wince. They’ll look infatuated with each other, remembering how many years they’ve spent. How far their lives have come. How much love they’ve shared. Their romance has never changed. We all thank the fucking world for that because there is no Lily without Lo. There is no Lo without Lily

She believed being so free with her sexuality was empowering, but I wouldn't say taking home a douchebag who would laugh about the encounter with his friend later is a step forward in the feminist movement."-Lily

dolor de la pérdida, así es como uno se da cuenta si está o no enamorado, cuando pierdes lo que tienes y muchas

He was right. He won't ever join my club. It's just me. By my lonesome. How it should be. "You ready?" Lo's voice wakes me from my reverie.....And then he nods to me like

It wasn't Lily who was the figurine in a diorama; it was her mother. Her mother was going round and round on that track, hearing only what she wanted to hear.

It’s not a mistake,” Lily said miserably. Her mother strode across the kitchen and slapped her. Lily jerked backward, shocked. Her mother hadn’t hit her in years—since she was eight or nine—and she instantly felt like that child again, cowering in fear of another strike. With the terror came a crippling guilt and the belief that she must have done something awful, that she deserved this punishment.

Si se atan el uno al otro, aunque lo hagan por amor, no solo vivirán arrastrándose, sino que además tarde o temprano, empezarán a lastimarse el uno al otro…Si quieren que el amor entre ustedes perdure… “Vuelen juntos, pero jamás atados” y podrán conocer el amor más allá de la muerte. 

You’re an hour late.” “Yeah, I know,” I say. “Everyone left me nasty fucking text messages.” I highly doubt you have the capability to read a clock, but you’re verging on forty-six minutes late. And here, I was going to reward you with a treat. – Connor If you disappoint my little sister, I will personally snip off your balls and feed them to Connor’s cat. – Rose Can you be here on time? Please?? – Lily The girls are getting pissed. And I’m not too happy with you either. – Lo “My text was the best, wasn’t it?” Connor asks as he smiles into his sip of water. I restrain the urge to roll my fucking eyes. “Your wife’s was better.

Lo, ye shall know them by their deeds; Fest'ring lilies smell worse than weeds.

Lili chiuse gli occhi (li sentiva così pesanti sotto lo strato di cipria!) e pensò a Copenhagen come a una città dove lei e Einar potevano vivere entrambi come una stessa persona.

Lo bathes Lily in his love. Out in the open, passionate beautiful kisses that seem to make them float off the earthen floor.

Is he upset?' Lily asks Lo. It's all we care about at these meets, not whether they win or lose but just how they are.

Lily’s eyebrows shot up. “Me? Oh no. I’m no beauty queen.” Kath smiled a little. “I don’t know about that.

I wasn’t sure you felt that way,” Kath said, and came closer to Lily. “I mean, I hoped.

Lily began to skirt the edge of the living room, going around the dancing couples, and caught Kath’s eye on the way. Kath rose from the couch immediately, nearly spilling her drink.

I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden, flowering at its will With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed Black and unruffled; there were white lilies A few, and crocuses, and violets Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun. And there were curious flowers, before unknown, Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one That had drunk in the transitory tone Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades Of grass that in an hundred springs had been Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars, And watered with the scented dew long cupped In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt, A grey stone wall. o'ergrown with velvet moss Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair. And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across The garden came a youth; one hand he raised To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes Were clear as crystal, naked all was he, White as the snow on pathless mountains frore, Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes A marble floor, his brow chalcedony. And he came near me, with his lips uncurled And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth, And gave me grapes to eat, and said, 'Sweet friend, Come I will show thee shadows of the world And images of life. See from the South Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.' And lo! within the garden of my dream I saw two walking on a shining plain Of golden light. The one did joyous seem And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids And joyous love of comely girl and boy, His eyes were bright, and 'mid the dancing blades Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy; And in his hand he held an ivory lute With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair, And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute, And round his neck three chains of roses were. But he that was his comrade walked aside; He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight, And yet again unclenched, and his head Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death. A purple robe he wore, o'erwrought in gold With the device of a great snake, whose breath Was fiery flame: which when I did behold I fell a-weeping, and I cried, 'Sweet youth, Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.' Then straight the first did turn himself to me And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame, But I am Love, and I was wont to be Alone in this fair garden, till he came Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.' Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will, I am the love that dare not speak its name.

But she doesn't trust me anyway," Lily said. "No, she trusts you. She's having a hard time right now because you're not what she expected. But we're never what our parents expected. They have to learn that lesson.

Las personas que lo quieren todo perfecto son imposibles de complacer. Pero eso no significa que debamos dejar de intentarlo. Aunque sus expectativas no sean las correctas, sus instintos si lo son. No conseguirás hacerlo todo bien, Dash. Intentarlo es lo que importa.

¿Qué es lo único que queremos cuando se trata de la gente que amamos? Tiempo. ¿Y qué es lo más aterrador acerca de cómo evoluciona el amor? El tiempo. Lo que más queremos es lo que más nos asusta, supongo. El tiempo se acabará. Pero mientras tanto tenemos ..... todo lo demás.

¿Recibir flores te emociona? Bien quiero ser yo quien lo haga todos los días y a mi manera, cuando te dije lo de básica no fue por ti, sino por el tipo de flor tan común, todos regalan rosas, puedes encontrarlas hasta en los semáforos, no es eso lo que mereces.   Samuel Garnett.

Yo no creía en los villancicos de Navidad, pero podía llegar a creer un poco más en ellos si ,como este,(Noche de paz) nos acercaban un poco más al asombro, un poco más a la gratitud. Incluso en los años difíciles existía algún motivo que celebrar y yo lo sentía ahora, y esperaba que Lily también.

I’ve watched Lo become sober. I’ve watched Lily curb a relentless addiction. (I’m proud of you, sis.) I’ve watched Rose blaze her own trail and put fire to stereotypes. I’ve watched Connor fall in love. With more than just himself. I’ve watched Ryke Meadows unclip his shackles and rise again. And me. I’ve discovered who I am.

Do you remember that day in Senior Goals when you said it wasn't strange that I wanted to go to the moon?" "I remember." "I think that was the first day I really noticed you." "Took you that long?" Kath teased her. "Maybe I'm a late bloomer," Lily said tartly. "Why, when did you notice me?" Kath shot her a grin. "You really want to know?" "Yes!" "Well . . . last year, you helped me with a geometry proof. You probably don't remember. You do this thing where you . . ." Kath trailed off, looking a little shy. "What? What do I do?" "You chew on your lip when you do a difficult math problem," Kath said. "It's cute." Lily's face went red, and she laughed. "I'd better stop that in college, or no one with take me seriously.

Lo que debes recordar, lo que quiero que recuerdes, es que no importa si vivo de verdad en el Polo Norte y si soy quien te trae los regalos cada Nochebuena. Los chicos como Tanner te dirán que soy falso y luego, cuando crezcas, las personas como Tanner te dirán que otras cosas son falsas. Pero ¿sabes que debes constestarles? Y que. Eso es lo que debes decirles. Porque a fin de cuentas, da igual si la historia es real o no. Lo que importa es la dedicación prestrada. El amor. Si algo es falso significa que alguien se ha tomado el tiempo de crear una historia para que tu la creas. Y crear historias conlleva mucho trabajo. Y, si, llegará un momento en que descubrirás que la historia no es real. Pero ¿ las intenciones detrás de ésta? Son completamente reales ¿ Y el amor tras ella? También es real.

Những ngọn nến giờ đã được thắp lên, và những gương mặt ở cả hai phía bàn được đưa lại gần hơn nhờ ánh nến, và tạo nên, không như trong ánh chiều chạng vạng, một bữa tiệc quanh một cái bàn, vì bóng đêm giờ đã bị khép lại bên ngoài bởi những tấm kính, mà, thay vì mang tới bất kỳ một quang cảnh xác thực nào của thế giới bên ngoài lại làm nó gợn lên lăn tăn một cách lạ lùng đến nỗi ở đây, bên trong căn phòng, dường như trở thành một vùng đất khô khan và trật tự; còn ở đó, phía bên ngoài, là một phản ảnh mà trong đó mọi thứ lăn tăn gợn sóng và tan biến mất, như nước. Ngay lập tức một sự thay đổi nào đó lướt xuyên qua tất cả mọi người, như thể điều này đã thật sự xảy ra, và tất cả đều có ý thức về việc đang cùng nhau dự một bữa tiệc trong một thung lũng, một hòn đảo; có chính nghĩa chung để chống lại trạng thái thể lỏng ngoài kia. Bà Ramsay, người lúc nãy vẫn băn khoăn lo lắng khi chờ Paul và Minta vào và không thể ổn định mọi thứ, Lily Briscoe cảm nhận, giờ đây đã thấy sự lo lắng của bà biến thành sự chờ mong. Vì bây giờ họ phải bước vào, và cô cố phân tích nguyên nhân của niềm vui đột ngột đó, so sánh nó với thời điểm ở trên sân quần vợt, khi trạng thái vững chắc đột nhiên biến mất, và có những khoảng trống mênh mông nằm giữa họ; bây giờ ấn tượng đó lại xuất hiện bởi nhiều ngọn nến trong căn phòng không có nhiều đồ đạc, với những ô cửa sổ không màn che và cái vẻ sáng rực trông như đeo mặt nạ của những gương mặt được nhìn thấy bởi ánh nến. Một gánh nặng nào đó đã được trút khỏi họ; bất cứ điều gì cũng có thể xảy ra, cô nghĩ.

—Por cierto, durante mi época de cheerleader conocí a muchos hombres bellos interesados en mí, pero a la gran mayoría le habían sustituido el cerebro por un maní, nada más atractivo que un hombre con más seguridad e inteligencia que músculos, aunque en muy pocos casos hay excepciones. Gracias a Dios lo comprendí a tiempo - dijo poniendo los ojos en blanco, recordando de lo que se había salvado y la sabia elección que había hecho—, terminé casada con el ratón de laboratorio de la universidad y puedo decir que han sido los mejores quince años de mi vida. —Eso es imposible Vivian —señaló con incredulidad, mientras observaba como ella le quitaba las mancuernillas y las colocaba sobre el escritorio—. Puede que hayas aprendido a convivir con tu esposo, pero decir que han sido los más felices… ¿acaso no hay discusiones? —Las hay, claro y algunas veces muy a menudo, ya sea porque no nos ponemos de acuerdo sobre quién va a llevar a los niños al colegio, o a quién le toca comprar el pan. Samuel se quejó al sentir el frío apoderársele de la mano, cuando Vivian se la metió en el hielo,pero inmediatamente se hizo el fuerte y ella siguió hablando. —Sin embargo, son más los buenos momentos, no todo en la vida es bueno o malo, sino una mezcla de ambos y es mejor tener con quien discutir, alguien que escuche nuestras quejas,nuestras victorias y derrotas, compartir con alguien los momentos felices y llorar con alguien nuestras penas —le decía con toda sinceridad mirándolo a los ojos—. Siempre, siempre es mejor compartir la carga, para que haya un equilibrio, tienen que haber dos partes. Sino todo el peso nos caería encima y terminaría aplastándonos.

May 1 MORNING “His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers.” — Song of Solomon 5:13 LO, the flowery month is come! March winds and April showers have done their work, and the earth is all bedecked with beauty. Come my soul, put on thine holiday attire and go forth to gather garlands of heavenly thoughts. Thou knowest whither to betake thyself, for to thee “the beds of spices” are well known, and thou hast so often smelt the perfume of “the sweet flowers,” that thou wilt go at once to thy well-beloved and find all loveliness, all joy in Him. That cheek once so rudely smitten with a rod, oft bedewed with tears of sympathy and then defiled with spittle — that cheek as it smiles with mercy is as fragrant aromatic to my heart. Thou didst not hide Thy face from shame and spitting, O Lord Jesus, and therefore I will find my dearest delight in praising Thee. Those cheeks were furrowed by the plough of grief, and crimsoned with red lines of blood from Thy thorn-crowned temples; such marks of love unbounded cannot but charm my soul far more than “pillars of perfume.” If I may not see the whole of His face I would behold His cheeks, for the least glimpse of Him is exceedingly refreshing to my spiritual sense and yields a variety of delights. In Jesus I find not only fragrance, but a bed of spices; not one flower, but all manner of sweet flowers. He is to me my rose and my lily, my heartsease and my cluster of camphire. When He is with me it is May all the year round, and my soul goes forth to wash her happy face in the morning-dew of His grace, and to solace herself with the singing of the birds of His promises. Precious Lord Jesus, let me in very deed know the blessedness which dwells in abiding, unbroken fellowship with Thee. I am a poor worthless one, whose cheek Thou hast deigned to kiss! O let me kiss Thee in return with the kisses of my lips.

Prophecy of Amnon. Great is the fall of Gondolin. Lo Turgon shall not fade till the lily of the valley fadeth.

Hasta ese momento, Blue no creía en la muerte. No de verdad. Era algo que les ocurría a otras personas, a otras familias, en otros lugares. Ocurría en hospitales, accidentes de coche o campos de batalla. Ocurría con ceremonia. Con previo aviso. [...] No era algo que ocurriera sin mpas en un solo instante, un instante irreversible. [...] Pero había ocurrido. Y ahora ya siempre habría dos Blues: la Blue que era antes y la que había aparecido después. La que no creía en la muerta y la que sí lo hacía.

Hasta ese momento, Blue no creía en la muerte. No de verdad. Era algo que les ocurría a otras personas, a otras familias, en otros lugares. Ocurría en hospitales, accidentes de coche o campos de batalla. Ocurría con ceremonia. Con previo aviso. [...] No era algo que ocurriera sin más en un solo instante, un instante irreversible. [...] Pero había ocurrido. Y ahora ya siempre habría dos Blues: la Blue que era antes y la que había aparecido después. La que no creía en la muerta y la que sí lo hacía.

No escribo porque tenga algo que contar. Escribo porque si no lo hago, todo empeora mucho más.

Si Ryle en verdad te amara, no permitiría que lo aceptarás de nuevo. Tomaría la decisión de dejarte él mismo para saber por defecto que no podrá volver a lastimarte. Ese es la clase de amor que merece una mujer, Lily.

Wreak Havoc- Skylar Grey A Little Party Never Killed Nobody- Fergie Gangsta- Kehlani You Don’t Own Me- Grace Bonnie and Clyde- Kellie Pickler Kill of the Night- Gin Wigmore I Feel a Sin Comin’ On- Pistol Annies Raise Hell- Dorothy Renegade Runaway- Carrie Underwood Black Widow- Iggy Azalea Hard Out Here- Lily Allen Fix- Chris Lane Make Me Wanna Die- Pretty Reckless Natalie- Bruno Mars Grenade- Bruno Mars Criminal- Fiona Apple Hunter- Ella Fence Gunpowder & Lead- Miranda Lambert Addicted to Love- Florence & The Machine Titanium- David Guetta & Sia Talking Body- Tove Lo Tornado- Little Big Town Fastest Girl in Town- Miranda Lambert Just Tonight- The Pretty Reckless Ready Set Roll- Chase Rice Till I Collapse- Eminem Remember the Name- Fort Minor Kill!Kill!Kill!- The Pierces Hard- Rihanna Cherry Bomb- The Runaways Bad Romance- Lady Gaga Gasoline & Matches- Julie Roberts Loca- Shakira My Medicine- The Pretty Reckless Fake It- Seether Psycho- Puddle of Mud All or Nothing- Theory of a Deadman Next to You- Buckcherry Better Dig Two- The Band Perry

Por fin lo puedo sentir, te conozco y te reconozco que por fin sé lo que es vivir con un suspiro en el pecho, con cosquillas por dentro… Y por fin sé por qué estoy así…

And I would be just as happy. I don’t care how long it takes you to talk to me, Lo, just as long as you keep talking to me and never stop.

—Eres mi persona favorita. Lo oí reír un poco y eso me hizo sonreír. —¿Entre cuántas? —Entre todas. Él me besó la coronilla y replicó: —Tú también eres mi persona favorita, Lily. Con mucha diferencia.

—Espero que nunca sepas lo que es sentirse tan solo en el mundo, Lily.

—Lily, la vida es algo muy raro y curioso. Solo tenemos unos cuantos años para vivirla, así que debemos hacer todo lo posible para llenarlos al máximo. No debemos perder tiempo en cosas que tal vez sucedan algún día o que tal vez no sucedan nunca.

—Te quiero, Lily. Amo todo lo que eres. Te quiero.

Cuando alguien te hace daño, no dejas de amarlo de un momento para otro. No son las acciones lo que más duele, es el amor. Si no hubiera amor mezclado en la ecuación, el dolor será fácil de soportar. - Lily

Siempre será tu bebé. Ya lo verás. Aunque no lo veas y no estés con él, siempre lo tendrás en tu corazón. Siempre será tu hijo. Y, con las vueltas que da la vida, puede que algún día vuestros senderos vuelvan a encontrarse. Lo has engendrado con amor, y el amor que guardas por él en el corazón nunca desaparecerá. Creéme. Sé de lo que te estoy hablando. —¿Cómo lo sabés? ¿Cómo podrías saberlo?

Créeme. Nunca traicioné a James y a Lily. Antes habría muerto. Y Harry lo creyó.

She began to feel as if she had been split in two, and only one half of her was here in this living room. That was the good Chinese daughter who was delicately chewing her way around the bones in each piece of hsün yü, carefully extracting them from her mouth and laving the tiny white spines on the edge of her plate with her chop-sticks. The other half had been left out on the sidewalk before Lily walked in the front door. That was the girl who had spent last night in the North Beach apartment of a Caucasian woman she barely knew. Everything would be all right, Lily understood, as long as she kept that girl out of this Chinese family. Perhaps one day she'd get used to the way it made her feel: dislocated and dazed, never quite certain if the other half of her would stay offstage as directed. But tonight she felt as if she were constantly on the edge of saying or doing something wrong, and the effort of keeping that unwelcome half silent was making her sick.

Kath reached for her arm and said, “Wait—wait.” Lily felt Kath’s hand slide down her arm and lodge around her wrist, then around her fingers, pulling her to a halt. “What happened?” Kath asked. “I know something happened.

Do you speak English? Where are you from?” Lily stiffened. “Chinatown. I was born here.” Sal looked impressed. “You don’t even have an accent. That’s amazing.” “I was born here,” Lily said again, a bit more sharply. “I thought all the Orientals in Chinatown only spoke Chinese.” “No.

Kath took off her jacket. “Here,” she said, offering it to Lily. “But then you’ll be cold. It’s my own fault I didn’t bring my coat.” “I have long sleeves. You take it.

Quien supiera o pudiera apartar el ramaje vistoso de ideas más o menos contrahechas y de palabras relumbrantes, que el señorito de Santa Cruz puso ante los ojos de su mujer en la noche aquella, encontraría la seca desnudez de su pensamiento y de su deseo , los cuales no eran otra cosa que un profundísimo hastío de Fortunata y las ganas de perderla de vista lo más pronto posible. ¿Por qué lo que no se tiene se desea, y lo que se tiene se desprecia? Cuando ella salió del convento con corona de honrada para casarse; cuando llevaba mezcladas en su pecho las azucenas de la purificación religiosa y los azahares de la boda, parecíale al Delfín digna y lucida hazaña arrancarla de aquella vida. Hízolo así con éxito superior a sus esperanzas, pero su conquista le imponía la obligación de sostener indefinidamente a la víctima , y esto, pasado cierto tiempo, se iba haciendo aburrido, soso y caro. Sin variedad era él hombre perdido; lo tenía en su naturaleza y no lo podía remediar. Había que cambiar de forma de Gobierno cada poco tiempo, y cuando estaba en república, ¡le parecía la monarquía tan seductora...! Al salir de su casa aquella tarde, iba pensando en esto. Su mujer le estaba gustando más, mucho más que aquella situación revolucionaria que había implantado, pisoteando los derechos de dos matrimonios. If one had been able to cut through the shiny thicket of fake ideas and spurious words that Juanito Santa Cruz displayed to his wife that night, one would have discovered a bare, withered mind and an absence of desire; a man who absolutely sick of Fortunata and anxious to get rid of her as soon as possible. Why is it that we want what we don't have, and when we get it, we scorn it? When she emerged from the convent crowned with respectability and on the verge of marriage, when she bore on her bosom the lilies of religious purification and the orange blossoms of her wedding, the Dauphin considered it a worthy deed to pluck her from that life. And so he did, with more success than he hoped; but his conquest obliged him to support his victim indefinitely, and this, after a certain time, became boring, dull and costly. Without variety the man was lost; it was in his nature – he couldn't help it. He simply had to change regimes every so often; when the republic was in power, the monarchy was so tempting! As he left home the afternoon after their joint decision, he reflected on this. His wife was beginning to seem more appealing now, much more than that revolutionary situation that he had created by trampling on two marriages. Translation: Agnes Moncy Gullón

Lo pretends to be shocked. “You’re not a kid? Jesus Christ, when did that happen? Lily?” “I didn’t do it,” she says. “I wanted him to be young forever. Like Peter Pan.

Entonces, cada vez que las personas se vieran por primera vez, lo único que podrían juzgar mutuamente sería el alma, la mente, el corazón.

y si hay un Dios, pues lo odio, lo odio por haber creado un mundo en el que una mujer deba renunciar a su amor y al fruto de su amor por razones relacionadas precisamente con la religión.

«No como en las ciudades judías de hoy» pensó con una mueca de desagrado, «donde el alcohol se vendía por todas partes, donde pululaban por las calles mujeres vestidas de manera impúdica y homosexuales que ni siquiera intentaban ocultar su engorrosa condición, donde cada uno hacía lo que más le placía, sin una agenda ordenada como la sharía, que permite que cada persona sepa en todo momento cómo actuar y conducirse para hacer lo correcto a los ojos de Alá.»

Lily imagined the girl sinking onto the stool to rest her feet, slipping them out of her black pumps

[...]lasciando la mente libera di indugiare, sempre più depressa, sulla scena vista nel Pensatoio. Il ricordo gli rodeva le viscere. Era sempre stato così sicuro che i suoi genitori fossero persone meravigliose da non aver mai avuto difficoltà a ignorare le calunnie di Piton sul carattere del padre. Hagrid e Sirius non gli avevano sempre detto che tipo eccezionale era? (Già, be’... guarda che tipo era Sirius, lo punzecchiò una voce interiore... altrettanto antipatico, no?) D’accordo, una volta aveva sentito la professoressa McGonagall dire che da studenti suo padre e Sirius avevano combinato un sacco di guai, però da come ne parlava sembravano più dei precursori dei gemelli Weasley, e Harry non riusciva a immaginarsi Fred e George che mettevano qualcuno a testa in giù tanto per divertirsi, a meno di non detestarlo... Malfoy, forse, o qualcuno che proprio se lo meritava... Si sforzò di convincersi che Piton se l’era meritato, ma Lily non aveva forse chiesto: «Che cosa ti ha fatto?» E James aveva risposto: «È più il fatto che esiste, non so se mi spiego». James aveva dato inizio a tutto solo perché Sirius si annoiava. Rammentò quando, in Grimmauld Place, Lupin aveva detto che Silente lo aveva nominato prefetto nella speranza che riuscisse a tenere sotto controllo James e Sirius... ma da quanto aveva visto nel Pensatoio, Lupin era rimasto lì a guardare... Però Lily era intervenuta, rifletté; sua madre era stata corretta. Eppure il ricordo della sua espressione mentre litigava con James lo disturbava quanto tutto il resto: era chiaro che provava solo disgusto per lui, e Harry non riusciva a capire perché alla fine l’avesse sposato. Un paio di volte si chiese perfino se James l’avesse costretta... Per quasi cinque anni, il pensiero di suo padre era stato per lui una fonte di conforto e d’ispirazione. Se qualcuno gli diceva che assomigliava al padre, si sentiva avvampare di orgoglio. E ora... ora quello stesso pensiero lo rendeva infelice.

I stare down at my best friend. Her eyes carry the same pain as mine. We share our feelings like we share everything else. I fight this agony. I’m barely able to say, “I don’t think I can take a horrible year, Lil.” She holds me tighter. I clasp her cheek, my thumb catching a tear. “One year is a blip in our lifetime, Lo,” she whispers. “You’ve been through worse. You can take a horrible year. I know you can.” I nod a couple times, letting her words sink in. Maybe one year will feel shorter than I think. “There’ll be good,” she suddenly adds. “You might not see it now, but there’ll be good in the year. We’ll see our sons and daughters smile.” My chest rises. “We’ll hear Luna tell us stories—” I kiss Lily. A kiss that blisters my entire soul. I’m alive. I’m awake. I hold her face and deepen the kiss until she pulls further against my body. Breathing life into me.