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When people wish for harmony, I wish for chaos. I'd rather see imaginative means of self-destruction, than to see laziness and wasted potential. ↗
—¿Ha sabido alguna vez que iba a llover sin ni siquiera ver las nubes, señorita Hopper? Sientes algo, no sabes bien el qué, algo que te dice que aunque esté el sol brillando va a llover… y al final llueve. O mejor, imagine un camino largo, muy largo, y una persona al final del mismo. Esa persona camina hacia usted. No puede ver nada de ella, ni su cara ni su ropa. Pero llega un instante en que, aún sin poder ver sus rasgos, ni siquiera su manera de andar, algo hace clic en su cabeza y la reconoce. Es un familiar. Es un amigo. Es un desconocido. Pues así veo yo a la muerte. Pero con la particularidad de que ella ya no está al final del camino, sino muy cerca. Puedo verla con todo detalle. Y solo quedan unos pocos pasos para que me alcance… ↗
The monks' response was to climb into their curraghs and row off toward Greenland. They were drawn across the storm-racked ocean, drawn west past the edge of the known world, by nothing more than a hunger of the spirit, a yearning of such queer intensity that it beggars the modern imagination. ↗
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Should you sometimes find it difficult (as we all do) to stretch those limbs, flex and bend your imagination instead; You might just find, a lot of the things you fear you can't do are meant to be's waiting to happen. And if they're not - you'd have found out sooner. ↗
I'd think it strange that the boardinghouse attracted both him and me, but that's what cheap places do -- draw in people with no money. An apartment of my own was unthinkable at that time of my life, and even if I'd found an affordable one it wouldn't have satisfied my fundamental need to live in a communal past, or what I imagined the past to be like: a world full of antiques. ↗
I have learned to be kinder to myself, to imagine that I am my own best friend, whispering comforting words in my ear and drowning out the voices of Self-Doubt and Self-Criticism. I have learned to acknowledge and appreciate the 98% that I have achieved instead of the 2% that I didn’t. ↗
When he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admit--" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay--I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything. ↗
I'm going to imagine that converstion now. 'Hi, Mom, it's me. I ran away to Paris with a stranger I met under a bridge. He's really old, too, like twenty-five or something, and a soldier, so I helped him desert from his army, and, oh, did I mention he's a Communist'... ↗
You see? You're just figuring it out now, but I discovered a long time ago that the smarter you are, the more tempting it is to just let people imagine you. We move through each other's lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed. ↗
How did thie person-someone I'd imagined would be my polar opposite-always seem to find the things that would make me the happiest? ↗
