Montserrat Quotes

Montserrat had three loves. One was horror movies. The other was her car. The third was Tristán.

He was attuned to Montserrat’s phases, like memorizing an almanac and knowing if it was a gibbous or waxing moon without having to glance at the sky.

Tristán, greedily delighting in the opportunities his eroding shyness afforded him, had decided Montserrat’s earnest affection was not as enticing as miniskirts and plunging necklines.

The whiter you were, the better. Even his “exotic” looks were only allowed on television because he had the correct mix of facial features, height, and skin tone. Yet he still stared at Montserrat in surprise and then at Urueta.

She was a daughter of the Virgin of Montserrat, and she felt instinctively and of course heretically that the Virgin herself was only a symbol of a yet greater sister-mother who was carefree and sorrowful all at once, a goddess who didn't guide you or shield you but only went with you from place to place and added her tangible presence to your own when required.

Me parecía que era necesario salvar con las palabras todo lo que la historia, la Historia grande, es decir, la de los hombres, había hecho impreciso, había condenado o idealizado [con respecto a las mujeres].

She had been a pretty girl when she was young, but the years had corroded her easy beauty. What was left was a hard shell. It reminded Montserrat a little of Ewers’s look. He’d had that trace of resentment in his mouth as if something had been denied to him. A hunger, in the pit of their bellies.

- Who would carry the bell canto - Of course Montserrat Caballe

The famed library of Montserrat,

Montserrat Fontes’s disturbing novel of a family trying to survive the brutal Porfirio Díaz regime at the turn of the twentieth century, Dreams of the Centaur, is followed by First Confession.

Montserrat, stop at the deli, get a slice of ham and a bit of cheese and make yourself a real lunch. No wonder your gums bleed. You probably have the nutritional deficiencies of a seventeenth-century sailor.

The only thing Montserrat had done with her hair was tie it into a ponytail, but Nando was a horny dog trying to butter her up like a succulent lobster. She’d dodged enough creeps to know how to deal with this one.

In that moment, I wanted to tell this stranger, this Merle, this girl from the tiny island of Montserrat, that I had commensurate preferences too, but I couldn’t be a brave warrior like her. I wanted to tell her about Morris. I wanted to sing his name out into the night. His name is Morris. He is my Morris and he always been my Morris. He’s a good-hearted man, a special man, a sexy man, a history-loving man, a loyal man, a man who appreciates a good joke, a man of many moods, a drinking man, and a man with whom I can be myself completely. Yes, I was in the throes of a Malibu-and-Coke-soaked madness, a madness that could lead to the demise of my life as I’d hitherto known it. But I was on the verge.

Yeah, I was fucking someone, if you must know,” he said, his tone cool, but with a bite. “I’m allowed to fuck, unless they’ve established a new morality police I haven’t heard about. Screw you, Montserrat. If you can’t get any it doesn’t mean I’ll go without it.

Let’s try another route. How about power, Montserrat? The power you’ve craved since you were a little girl, when they mocked you and shoved you and called you dirty names. The power you lack when those men sneer at you and ignore your contributions, your brilliance. The power to make the whole world see you.

Montserrat, let’s talk about us. I am willing to alleviate your financial woes and provide you with the other trinkets you desire, including Tristán. The love of your life, am I correct?” “I can get a raise and go on dates on my own, asshole,” she said, unable to maintain a composed tone against the mockery of his voice.

Il ne s'agit pas de sacrifier pour sauver un seul homme. D'un océan à l'autre, de Guayaquil à Caracas, de Panama à Cuzco, tout le Venezuela attend de Bolivar sa libération! Tout un monde qui souffre sous la domination la plus cruelle, la plus féroce, la plus abjecte

Once the purging has taken place, the woman often dreams of a black goddess who becomes her bridge between spirit and body. As one aspect of Sophia, such an image can open her to the mystery of life being enacted in her own body. Her "mysterious and exotic darkness" inspires a particular depth of wonderment and love. For a woman without a positive mother, this "dark" side of the Virgin can bring freedom, the security of freedom, because she is a natural home for the rejected child. The child born from the rejected side of the mother can bring her own rebel to rest in the outcast state of Mary. In loving the abandoned child within herself, a woman becomes pregnant with herself. The child her mother did not nourish, she will now nourish, not as the pure white biblical Virgin who knew no Joseph, but as the dark Montserrat Virgin who presides over "marriage and sex, pregnancy and childbirth." The Black Madonna is nature impregnated by spirit, accepting the human body as the chalice of the spirit. She is the redemption of matter, the intersection of sexuality and spirituality. Connecting to this archetypal image may result in dreams of a huge serpent, mysterious, cold­blooded, inaccessible to human feeling. Seen as an appendage of the negative mother, it is the phallus stolen from the father and used to guard inviolate purity. Yet this same snake, when seen in relation to the moon, symbolizes the dark, impersonal side of femininity and at the same time its capacity to renew itself. The daughter who can come out from under the skin of the negative mother will not perpetuate her but redeem her. The Black Madonna is the patron saint of abandoned daughters who rejoice in their outcast state and can use it to renew the world.

Natàlia: ¿Qué crees? ¿Crees que no he renunciado a nada? ¿Que me ha resultado fácil renunciar al papel tradicional de la mujer? Norma: No, ya sé que no te ha resultado fácil. Pero, para combatirlo, por ahora, creo que tienes que haber pasado por ese papel tradicional. Haberlo interiorizado, haber pensado que esa era la única razón de tu vida. Que eso de hacer feliz a un hombre y de prolongarte en los hijos era el aspecto más maravilloso de la existencia. Tienes que haber creído antes en ello para poder romperlo después. Sólo así, creo yo, podrás entender a las demás mujeres.

I designed the Pilgrimages of the Corridor of Exile: Pilgrimage of the Memory Man (Josep Pla), Pilgrimage of the Wide-Eyed Genius (Salvador Dalí), Pilgrimage of the Catalan Resuscitator (Jacint Verdaguer), Pilgrimage of the Martyr of Thought (Walter Benjamin), Pilgrimage of the Perseverant (Mercè Rodoreda), Pilgrimage of the Tireless Excavator (Montserrat Roig).

Es muy importante que los jóvenes sepan qué fue el nazismo. Ellos tienen el porvenir delante y no deben caer en este tipo de ideas.

y el sacerdote reía de buena gana cuando mi amigo le preguntaba, entre copa y copa de aromas de Montserrat, si sabía a ciencia cierta si las monjas tenían muslos y si de tenerlos eran tan mollares y mordisqueables como venía él sospechando desde la adolescencia. —Va a conseguir usted que lo excomulguen —le reprendí a mi padre—. Las monjas ni se miran ni se tocan. —Pero si el mosén es casi más golfo que yo —protestaba Fermín—. Si no fuese por el uniforme… Andaba

Si hi ha un acte d'amor, aquest és la memòria.

A majority of the country—reliable polling said it was so—refused to believe she was actually gone. They hung their hopes on the fact that only one of the Aurora’s two Zodiac dinghies had been found. Surely, they argued, she was adrift on the open seas or had washed ashore on a deserted island. One disreputable Web site went so far as to report that she had been spotted on Montserrat. Another said she was living quietly by the sea in Dorset. Conspiracy theorists of every stripe concocted lurid tales of a plot to kill the princess that was conceived by the Queen’s Privy Council and carried out by Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service, better known as MI6. Pressure mounted on its chief, Graham Seymour, to issue a full-throated denial of the allegations, but he steadfastly refused.

Los vendedores de armamento son capaces de ofrecer una mercancía mucho más sutil, indispensable para que su negocio florezca. —¿Cuál? —preguntó Rudi intrigado. —El odio. Saben vender el odio suficiente para matar. Solo así progresará su negocio.

Anava enfundat en un vestit blau marí, collita Rodier, calçava sabates noves de trinca i lluïa una corbata amb dibuixos verds i vermells sobre fons blanc, que li queia com un joc de maraques en mans de Montserrat Caballé.

Joseph decided it was safe to come out from hiding and flee Judaea. He devoted his life to keeping the Grail and spreading the Gospel of Jesus. Before he died, Joseph passed the Grail for safekeeping to a group of early Christians in the Roman province of Tarraconensis, who kept and venerated the relic but understood from his teachings that its power was best kept hidden lest evil men exploit it. And generations later the Grail ascended, some would say closer to God, carried by monks to a high peak in Hispania to a mountain that would come to be called Montserrat.

El libro aporta la información más completa y detallada que se ha publicado hasta ahora de Montserrat en su doble dimensión de monasterio y santuario. Tras siete años de investigación en el interior de la comunidad monástica, el autor recoge información desconocida de la vida diaria de los monjes y documentos inéditos del patrimonio cultural del Museo y la Biblioteca, la gestión del santuario y la situación económica y financiera de Montserrat.

Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I want to take ya Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo That's where you want to go to get away from it all Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo [Chorus] Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I want to take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go Ooh I want to take you down to Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo. Martinique, that Montserrat mystique We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry And by and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo [Chorus] Port au Prince, I want to catch a glimpse Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo Now if you want to go and get away from it all Go down to Kokomo [Chorus] Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I want to take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go Ooh I want to take you down to

En lo único en que estuvieron de acuerdo Prieto, Azaña y Negrín fue en hacer frente a la traición, que los tres reconocieron en plena guerra, del nacionalismo catalán y vasco. Negrín llegó incluso a manifestar que no dudaría en ponerse a gritar en la plaza de Cataluña que si la guerra se pierde, se perdería principalmente por la conducta insensata y egoísta de Cataluña (J. Zugazagoitia, 1968, p. 44). Por esto mismo decidió Negrín trasladar el Gobierno a Barcelona con el objetivo de incorporar de forma sincera a Cataluña a la guerra. El Parlamento nacional llegaría a reunirse en la abadía de Montserrat.

El caso catalán ha pasado hasta tiempos recientes más desapercibido. Estudios históricos recientes confirman el papel esencial que ha jugado la Iglesia católica (calificado como «pilar básico») en la construcción y mantenimiento de las principales instituciones políticas catalanas, así como en la defensa y conservación del idioma catalán (sirva de ejemplo, las ocho ediciones del catecismo en catalán entre 1703 y 1800), incluso durante los periodos supuestamente más duros del franquismo (D. Fernández Cañueto 2016, pp. 43, 62, 109, 110). Baste mencionar a este respecto las figuras del sacerdote Antoni Batlle, renovador del movimiento «Escolta» en 1950; el religioso Ramón Muntanyola, creador en 1951 de la Revista catalanista y en catalán Ressò; la Asociación Crist i Catalunya en 1954; la editorial Nova Terra creada en 1957 por la Juventud Obrera Cristiana o la función desempeñada por la abadía de Montserrat. De hecho, Jordi Pujol venía del movimiento católico cuando funda Banca Catalana en 1959 y su primer grupo político (1954) se llamaba Cristo y Cataluña (CC), por cierto las mismas iniciales que Convergencia de Cataluña, el partido con el que alcanzó el poder. Incluso en la actualidad, la Iglesia «española» ha preferido permanecer más bien callada ante el desafío representado por el movimiento secesionista catalán durante los últimos años.

Ho explicava Montserrat Roig: les lleis ens seran favorables, però dintre de la llar els rols seran els mateixos. «La igualtat només serà efectiva en el terreny jurídic. Els homes de la nova democràcia continuaran tenint més temps i més possibilitats per decidir el destí de tothom, incloses les dones».

Las pequeñas islas del Caribe habían sido infinitamente más importantes, para Inglaterra, que sus colonias del norte. A Barbados, Jamaica y Montserrat se les prohibía fabricar una aguja o una herradura por cuenta propia. Muy diferente era la situación de Nueva Inglaterra, y ello facilitó su desarrollo económico y, también, su independencia política.

Montserrat

En arquitectura, el que compta és la poesia de l’espai [...].

El professor americà hi sortia fotografiat: cabellera de lleó, bigotis estil Groucho Marx, llavis sensuals -d'aquests que sembla que hagin menjat sobrassada-, nas d'àliga. "Tot un exemplar", pensà la Sílvia.

The central space of the crypt is dominated by the Church of the Assumption with a beautiful altarpiece sculpted by Josep Llimona. Flanking the altar are four chapels: one—housing Gaudí’s tomb—dedicated to Our Lady of Carmen; one dedicated to Jesus Christ; one to Our Lady of Montserrat; and one to the Holy Christ. The latter chapel houses Josep Maria Bocabella's tomb. Three other chapels ring the perimeter, bringing the total to seven.

A screech rends the air, and an enormous gray dragon emerges from a valley two ridgelines to the south…across the Poromish border. It tucks its two legs up under its massive body as it flies away from us, heading straight for Resson. “Do we have a riot nearby?” Liam asks. “No,” Xaden answers. It’s as though the ground beneath my feet shifts. I could have sworn I saw a riot of dragons across the border. Isn’t that what Mira said at Montserrat? The dragon shrieks again, spewing a streak of blue fire down the mountainside, setting some of the smaller trees on fire before it reaches the plains where Resson stands. Blue. Fire. No. No. No. “Wyvern.” My heart launches into my throat. “Xaden, it has two legs, not four. It’s not a dragon. It’s a wyvern.” Maybe if I say it a few more times, I’ll believe what I’m seeing. Holy. Shit. Is this what leadership has been redacting? They’re supposed to be myth, not flesh-and-blood beings. But then again, so are venin.

It’s the wards,” Tairn says. “They didn’t feel like this at Montserrat,” I tell him. “They’re stronger here, and since your signet has manifested, you’re more sensitive to them now.” His tone is tight, and when I glance back over my shoulder, I note that all the soldiers give him a wide berth, taking a path off to the side of the field. “You don’t have to watch my back,” I say, reaching the top of the ramp. “This is an outpost. I’m safe here.” “There’s a drift on the other side of the mountains, a mile beyond the border. Sgaeyl just told me. You’re not safe until you’re behind the walls or with the wingleader.” I don’t bother reminding him that Xaden isn’t a wingleader anymore as my stomach jumps into my throat. “A friendly drift?” “Define friendly.

How are your parents?” I ask Rhi, trying to make the transition sound natural. “Good.” She smiles softly. “Their shop is booming right now, since they moved another company of infantry into Montserrat.” I blink. That puts the outpost at more than capacity.