Mira Quotes

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Although I cannot move and I have to speak through a computer, in my mind I am free.

My mother once told me that no woman is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

Si quieres saber cómo es alguien, mira de qué manera trata a sus inferiores, no a sus iguales".

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I'll never get a chance to live!

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

what is the difference between being an independent person and being a person who is accepting of loneliness

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

Oh good because books will keep her safe." Mira shoots Brennan an icy look. "The right ones will.

Words have power.

Given a choice between life and death, choose life. Given a choice between right and wrong, choose what's right. And given a choice between a terrible truth and a beautiful lie, choose the truth every time.

Mira, sólo hay un medio para matar los monstruos; aceptarlos.

No one stays friends forever, Mira. Eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it’s through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains.

Angelo frunce el ceño y me mira con una expresión que espero, por la memoria de mi padre y la gloria de mi madre, que no sea de pena, porque entonces sí que me lo cargo.

You can't kill the truth.

Are you ever not a pessimist?" "Sometimes. But then I wake up.

I suppose I think we need God for the same reason we need art.” “Because it’s nice to look at?” “No.” Mira smiled. “Because it shows us what’s possible.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

I’m also fascinated by the difference between terror and fear. Fear says, “Do not actually put your hand in the alligator,” while terror says, “Avoid Florida entirely because alligators exist.

When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. "Don't talk to him," she warned. "He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff." "I had it stocked, and I don't get bitchy. Bloody, buggering HELL." Eve just rolled her eyes and got the tea.

The one thing I have absolute faith in is mankind's capacity to make things worse. No matter how bad it gets, we're all happy to screw each other over. It's enough to make me wonder if we should have let the zombies win.

I am, in fact, immortal when annoyed.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

The seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home.

Mira... Tú y yo somos iguales. Lo único es que tú te decoras de forma aterradora por fuera y yo me decoro de forma aterradora por dentro.

Follow the rules whenever possible. That makes it a lot more surprising when you break them.

Cada uno mira demasiado lo propio y olvida que hay cosas que son de todos y que hay que cuidar.

hay algo que me muero por hacer.” Bipa puso los ojos en blanco. -¿Otra de tus geniales ideas? pues mira, yo ya he tenido bastante. Si quieres hacer experimentos, te las tendrás que arreglar solo, porque yo no pienso volver a meterme en líos por tu culpa. Aer hizo una mueca de decepción. -pues es una lástima-aseguró-,porque sin ti no será la mitad de interesante. Y la besó sin previo aviso.

Humanity was cruel, and if you were prepared to try to find a bottom to that cruelty, you had best be prepared for a long, long fall.

Me, I say those are all great things to live for, if they're what happens to float your boat, but at the end of the day, there's got to be somebody you're doing it for. Just one person you're thinking of everytime you make a decision, everytime you tell the truth, or tell a lie, or anything. I've got mine. Do you?

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing. I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.

It was beautiful, in its own terrible way. So many monsters are.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

My father has always had just one piece of advice about zombies and ammunition, one he’s drilled into my head enough times that it’s managed to stick: When you have one bullet left and there’s no visible way out of the shit you’re standing in, save it for yourself. It’s better than the alternative.

everything anyone has ever felt is a variation of 'sad' or 'happy' or 'angry' everyone feels the same things over and over again

Yo te he nombrado reina. Hay más altas que tú, más altas. Hay más puras que tú, más puras. Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas. Pero tú eres la reina. Cuando vas por las calles nadie te reconoce. Nadie ve tú corona de cristal, nadie mira la alfombra de oro rojo que pisas cuando pasas, la alfombra que no existe. Y cuando asomas suenan todos los ríos en mi cuerpo, sacuden el cielo las campanas, y un himno llena el mundo Sóló tú y yo, sóló tú y yo, amor mío, lo escuchamos.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

A martyr's just a casualty with really good PR.

I suggest it’s time we head off to see the Wizard. The wonderful Wizard of Jesus We Are All So Fucked.

He'll die first, we both know it, but I don't know... I really don't know how long I'll stay alive without him. That's the part Shaun doesn't know. I don't intend to be an only child for long.

Once bitten twice shy? Sure, but... why not get a bigger dog and bite them back?

it hurt us both when i held you from behind because I couldn't change the weather with my arms

Why is it you assholes always feel the need to tell the media your evil plans before you kill us?” asked Becks. “Is it a union requirement or something?

Bienvenida" Se me ocurre que vas a llegar distinta no exactamente más linda ni más fuerte ni más dócil ni más cauta tan solo que vas a llegar distinta como si esta temporada de no verme te hubiera sorprendido a vos también quizá porque sabes cómo te pienso y te enumero después de todo la nostalgia existe aunque no lloremos en los andenes fantasmales ni sobre las almohadas de candor ni bajo el cielo opaco yo nostalgio tu nostalgias y cómo me revienta que él nostalgie tu rostro es la vanguardia tal vez llega primero porque lo pinto en las paredes con trazos invisibles y seguros no olvides que tu rostro me mira como pueblo sonríe y rabia y canta como pueblo y eso te da una lumbre inapagable ahora no tengo dudas vas a llegar distinta y con señales con nuevas con hondura con franqueza sé que voy a quererte sin preguntas sé que vas a quererme sin respuestas.

Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara, una boca elegida entre todas, con soberana libertad elegida por mí para dibujarla con mi mano por tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja. Me miras, de cerca me miras, cada vez más de cerca y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca y nuestros ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre sí, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio. Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua.

And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say: You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.

Rick stared at him. "Your brother is an alien." "Yeah, but he's a cute one.

Fuck survivor's guilt. I'm not supposed to be the guilty one here. The people who made me the last man standing... they're the guilty ones. And they're the ones who should be afraid.

Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It's creeping me out.

We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.

George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go.

...although I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own Machete and blood testing unit.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

Fuck it. Let's blow some shit up." - Shaun Mason

Henley squinted at her. "What about you?" Mira looked around, flustered, hair swinging heavily as she moved. "What about me what?" Henley sighed and let the chair thunk to the floor. "What role are you playing? Felix's underage girlfriend, Blue's obsession, or Freddie's princess?" "That's ... rude," she said. "It was rude when you asked me, too.

I'm a decent sprinter and I can gun a motorcycle from zero to suicidal in less than ten seconds.

At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.

Maybe he does have a choice to make, but everything I feel, everything I know says absoloutely that choice will be you" "She speaks French and Italian." "That bitch.

The only thing we have in this world that is utterly and intrinsically ours is our integrity.

People crave fear.

Freddie dropped down beside them, distressed. "Let go of her, Blue; that looks really bad." "Feel free to stop him," Mira said, "instead of frowning at me like a sad puppy." "Hey!" Freddie said, looking like a sadder puppy. "I'm not going to molest you," Blue said. "You're molesting my wrist," Mira said. "I don't want you touching me." "I didn't want you to knee me in the lungs, so I guess we're even.

Some people say I have issues. I say those people need to expand their horizons because I don't have issues, I have the Library of Congress

He [Nicolaus Steno] told the audience, "Beautiful is what we see. More beautiful is what we understand. Most beautiful is what we do not comprehend.

We children of schizophrenics are the great secret keepers, the ones who don't want you to think that anything is wrong.

Io non miro con la mano; colui che mira con la mano ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre. Io miro con l’occhio. Io non sparo con la mano; colui che spara con la mano ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre. Io sparo con la mente. Io non uccido con la pistola; colui che uccide con la pistola ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre. Io uccido con il cuore.

Last guy I was interested in turned out to be an incestuous necrophiliac," she said. "So no, not currently dating, and definitely not doing any more shopping in the 'sociopath' category

It's the oldest story in the world. Boy loves girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back thanks to the unethical behavior of megalomaniacal mad scientists who never met a corpse they wouldn't try to resurrect. Anyone coming within a hundred yards of my happy ending had better pray that they're immune to bullets. - Shaun Mason

That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

We all struggle with our failure to communicate and our failure to reach beyond fear to love people.

Do I think they found mermaids? Yes. Of course I do. And I think the mermaids ate them all.

There will always be people for whom hate is easier when it’s not backed up by anything but fear.

Post-traumatic shock,' said Shaun. 'He thinks he's a boa constrictor.

That,' he said, with almost religious fever, 'was the coolest thing you have ever done. In fact, that may have been the coolest thing you ever will do. Your entire existence has been moving toward one shining moment, George, and that was the moment when you thought, 'Hey, why don't I just go over the zombies?

Mira, I'm about to be naked," Blue said as he whipped off his belt and tossed it on the floor. "So watch out. Well, in my underwear." "I've seen you in your bathing suit," Mira said. "It's the same thing." "It is not the same thing," Blue said. "When it's accompanied by seventies porn music, it's an X-rated strip show." Blue yanked off his shirt. "Freddie, you're kind of slow on the uptake. Eine kleine porn music, please." Freddie scrunched his forehead in distaste. "I don't want to plug my guitar in just so I can play some bow-chicka-wow-wow accompaniment to your strip show. Mira laughed. "Bow-chicka-what was that, Freddie?

Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her ankle, 'This isn't me! This is not who I am!

This is the truth: We are a nation accustomed to being afraid. If I’m being honest, not just with you but with myself, it’s not just the nation, and it’s not just something we’ve grown used to. It’s the world, and it’s an addiction. People crave fear. Fear justifies everything. Fear makes it okay to have surrendered freedom after freedom, until our every move is tracked and recorded in a dozen databases the average man will never have access to. Fear creates, defines, and shapes our world, and without it, most of us would have no idea what to do with ourselves. Our ancestors dreamed of a world without boundaries, while we dream new boundaries to put around our homes, our children, and ourselves. We limit our potential day after day in the name of a safety that we refuse to ever achieve. We took a world that was huge with possibility, and we made it as small as we could.

Science is not a matter of belief. Science does not care whether you believe in it or not. Science will continue to do what science will do, free from morality, free from ethical concerns, and most of all, free from the petty worry that it will not be believed. Belief has shaped the history of human accomplishment—we believe we can, and so we do—but belief has never changed the natural world. The mountain does not vanish because we believe it should. The unicorn does not appear because we believe it will.

Ha descubierto además la otra cara de la violencia, la que nunca se menciona: la de quien mira y no hace nada. La de todos esos compañeros que se han acercado a ver el espectáculo pero han decidido no intervenir; la de los que, ante una pelea, solo saben sacar la cámara de su móvil para poder presumir después del momento; la de esos que ante un accidente prefieren hacer de todo menos ayudar; la de aquellos que ante una injusticia giran la cabeza hacia el otro lado, hacia donde no hay nada que ver.

I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet.' 'Because that's not creepy.' I let the coffee warm my freezing hands. 'Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,' he says quietly. I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. 'And is that still your plan?' Mira's words have haunted me for two days. He flinches. 'No.' 'What changed?' Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. 'When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?' 'Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,' he says. 'Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.' My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. 'Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?' 'Don't do that,' I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze. 'Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?' 'Either.

El Top Ten de Razones Porqué Virgen Val Apesta” 10. Me llamó hombre—de—un—solo—éxito. 9. No aprecia el encantador sobrenombre que le di. 8. Me hace escribir blogs estúpidos sobre ella a las cuatro de la mañana. 7. Alienta a la gente a que no tenga sexo. 6. Me mandó a volar cuando le pedí salir. 5. Está enamorada de un idiota. 4. No responde ninguna de mis llamadas. 3. Le gusta coquetear con esa política de mira—pero—no—toques. 2. Toqué un maldito concierto sólo para ella y ni siquiera vino cuando dijo que lo haría. (¡Eres una mentirosa!) ¿Y la razón #1 de por qué la Virgen Val apesta? Porque la deseo de todos modos.

You're a mad scientist,' said Maggie, in what may well have been intended as a reassuring tone. 'We don't expect you to be nice. We just go to bed every night hoping you won't mutate us before we wake up.' Dr. Abbey blinked at her. 'That's...almost sweet. In a disturbing sort of a way.

I'm starting to think it was a mistake to introduce you to the whole gang," he said. Rafe was still hitting on Layla; Layla was fighting with him, insisting that fairies didn't turn good people into monsters, they just exposed the monstrousness that was already there; and Freddie was doing his best to play peacemaker, or etiquette coach from 1850, or whatever he thought he was doing. Henley was watching the group from outside, leaning against the window, smoking a cigarette. Viv was sawing into an apple tart with a masochistic grin on her face. "No wonder you're such a freak," Mira said finally.

Do you know where Blue is? Can you get him for me? Please?" "Frederick," Bliss said. "Do you always bring a sword to a pool party? You are familiar with the concept of rust, I hope." "I - yes, of course," Freddie said, looking as if he wasn't sure whom to answer first, but deferring to the fairy out of respect for his magical elders. "I have it in case there's trouble, and I need to decapitate Fel - er, someone. Anyone, rather. Anyone in need of decapitation." "Frederick, that is very disturbing," Bliss said. "I do hope you're joking." "Where's Blue?" Mira shouted.

Here is the thing, though, the real, true thing I still have trouble admitting: I can't protect you from everything...I can't protect you from spending a lifetime caught between the beautiful dream of a diverse nation and the complicated reality of one. I can't even protect you from the simple fact that sometimes, the people who love us will choose a world that doesn't.

Then you know why I'm not in the mood for sunshine and puppies." I paused. "That expression makes no sense. Why the hell would I ever be in the mood for puppies?" "Shaun—" "I could go with sunshine, though. Sunshine is useful. It should really be 'sunshine and shotguns.' Something you'd actually be happy about." "Shaun—

This is what I do know: A lie, however well-intended, can't prepare you for reality or change the world... To tell the truth is to provide armament against a world too full of cruelties to be defeated with simple falsehoods... It seems to me we owe the world--more, we owe ourselves--the exchange of comfort for the chance that maybe the truth can do what people always say it can. The truth may, given the opportunity, set us free.

You're safe with me, Mira. And I'm safe with you." He kissed her again to prove it. And when the clock struck one - that lone, ominous tone hovering in the dark - they were still kissing. Her razor blade had snagged his shirt and nicked his chest, and they'd ended up lying in the grass, hidden inside a shadow, ignoring their names whenever someone called them. He traced her mouth again and again, like he still couldn't believe it was real. There would always be a part of him she couldn't know. A secret place where his heartbreak was stored, where lost innocence and regret filled the air like smoke. She had no desire to open that door ... but she didn't know if that would change one day. If the key would tempt her, if a fairy would manipulate her or she would just be curious. But she had to believe she could be strong enough to resist. That what she wanted - what they both wanted - mattered more than the path that had been laid out for them. She let her hand slip under his shirt to touch the heart mark on his back, and he brought her other hand to his lips, and kissed every finger he'd entrusted with the key. He was so much more than his curse, and she was so much more than the girl who could betray him. Together ... they could be anything.

Mira a todos a tu alrededor y ve lo que hemos hecho de nosotros y de eso considerado como victoria nuestra de cada día. No hemos amado por encima de todas las cosas. No hemos aceptado lo que no se entiende porque no queremos pasar por tontos. Hemos amontonado cosas y seguridades por no tenernos el uno al otro. No tenemos ninguna alegría que no haya sido catalogada. Hemos construido catedrales y nos hemos quedado del lado de afuera, pues las catedrales que nosotros mismos construimos tememos que sean trampas. No nos hemos entregado a nosotros mismos, pues eso sería el comienzo de una vida larga y la tememos. Hemos evitado caer de rodillas delante del primero de nosotros que por amor diga: tienes miedo. Hemos organizado asociaciones y clubs sonrientes donde se sirve con o sin soda. Hemos tratado de salvarnos, pero sin usar la palabra salvación para no avergonzarnos de ser inocentes. No hemos usado la palabra amor para no tener que reconocer su contextura de odio, de amor, de celos y de tantos otros opuestos. Hemos mantenido en secreto nuestra muerte para hacer posible nuestra vida. Muchos de nosotros hacen arte por no saber cómo es la otra cosa. Hemos disfrazado con falso amor nuestra indiferencia, sabiendo que nuestra indiferencia es angustia disfrazada. Hemos disfrazado con el pequeño miedo el gran miedo mayor y por eso nunca hablamos de lo que realmente importa. Hablar de lo que realmente importa es considerado una indiscreción. No hemos adorado por tener la sensata mezquindad de acordarnos a tiempo de los falsos dioses. No hemos sido puros e ingenuos para no reírnos de nosotros mismos y para que al fin del día podamos decir «al menos no fui tonto» y así no quedarnos perplejos antes de apagar la luz. Hemos sonreído en público de lo que no sonreiríamos cuando nos quedásemos solos. Hemos llamado debilidad a nuestro candor. Nos hemos temido uno al otro, por encima de todo. Y todo eso lo consideramos victoria nuestra de cada día.

¿Quieres entender que es un año de vida? Pregúntaselo a un estudiante que acaba de suspender el examen de fin de curso. ¿Un mes de vida? Díselo a una mujer que acaba de traer al mundo a un niño prematuro y espera que salga de la incubadora para estrecharlo entre sus brazos, sano y salvo. ¿Una semana? Que te lo cuente un hombre que trabaja en una fábrica o en una mina para mantener a la familia. ¿Un día? Háblales del asunto a dos que están locamente enamorados uno de otro y esperan el momento de volver a estar juntos. ¿Una hora? Pregúntale a una persona claustrofóbica encerrada en un ascensor averiado. ¿Un segundo? Mira la expresión de un hombre que acaba de salvarse de un accidente de coche. ¿Y una milésima de segundo? Pregúntale al atleta que acaba de ganar la medalla de plata en los Juegos Olímpicos, en vez de la medalla de oro para la que lleva toda su vida entrenándose.

Mi amigo Óscar es uno de estos príncipes sin reino que corren por ahí esperando que los beses para transformarse en sapo. Lo entiende todo al revés y por eso me gusta tanto. La gente que piensa que lo entiende todo a derechas hace las cosas a izquierdas,y eso, viniendo de una zurda,lo dice todo. Me mira y se cree que no lo veo. Imagina que me evaporaré si me toca y que,si no lo hace,se va a evaporar él. Me tiene en un pedestal tan alto que no sabe cómo subirse. Piensa que mis labios son la puerta del paraíso,pero no sabe que están envenenados. Yo soy tan cobarde que,por no perderle,no se lo digo. Finjo que no le veo y que sí,que me voy a evaporar... Mi amigo Óscar es uno de estos príncipes que harían bien manteniéndose alejados de los cuentos y de las princesas que lo habitan. No sabe que es el príncipe azul quien tiene que besar a la bella durmiente para que despierte de su sueño eterno,pero eso es porque Óscar ignora que todos los cuentos son mentiras,aunque no todas las mentiras son cuentos.Los príncipes no son azules y las durmientes, aunque sean bellas, nunca despiertan de su sueño. Es el mejor amigo que nunca he tenido y, si algún día me tropiezo con Merlín,le daré las gracias por haberlo cruzado en mi camino.

[…] Había una vez, hace mucho tiempo, un mundo donde los humanos tenían cuatro piernas, cuatro brazos, dos caras. ¿Te lo imaginas, Peter? Eran felices, poderosos. Los Dioses empezaron a tener miedo, pavor de que se unieran y acabaran con ellos. Y envidia, mucha envidia de esa felicidad. Tenían que hacer algo. Entonces se les ocurrió partirlos por la mitad, separarlos, condenarlos a buscarse eternamente y así distraerlos de la rebelión. De ese modo, pasaron a tener solo dos piernas, dos brazos, una cara… Se sintieron rotos. Y en realidad era cierto, estaban rotos. Aún podían sentir su otra parte, perdida en la inmensidad del universo. Si te amputan una pierna o un brazo, aunque no esté, sigues sintiéndolo; puedes notar cómo te cosquillea, está ahí aunque nadie pueda verlo. Pero tú lo sientes como si no hubiera desaparecido y, si no miras, si no te fijas, para ti sigue ahí. Miembro fantasma lo llaman. Tú eres mi mitad Peter, mi miembro fantasma. Te siento aunque no estés y me niego a que desaparezcas, a pasarme toda la vida buscándote. No quiero buscarte, no quiero sentirte si no estás. No puedes hacerme eso, no puedes.