“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the...
“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth,...
“Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.”
“Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter’s own release.”
— Helen Hunt Jackson, from “
January”
“This isn’t a tale of heroic feats. It’s about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.”
“Yo… ya no soy yo. Por lo menos no soy el mismo yo del anterior.”
— Che Guevara
“I love, Valparaíso, everything you enfold,
and everything you irriadiate, lover of the sea
even far away from your mute cloud….”
“¿Como es posible que sienta nostalgia por un mundo que no conocí?”
—
-Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries
“How is it possible that I feel...
“At night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look out over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us...”