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Es una pena que no entienda que la musica vive. Eternamente. Que es mas poderosa que la muerte. Mas poderosa que el tiempo. Y que su fuerza te sostiene cuando ya no hay nada que pueda sostenerte.
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Solo ella sabia que a la locura del mundo uno solo puede enfrentarse con mas locura.
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when a Chinese wished you ill, he would tell you, "May you live in interesting times."
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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But what if you don't like your own story. What then?
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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She was safe. She was warm and well fed. She was furious.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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How could she explain to them what her swashbuckler clothes meant to her?... She saw herself - being braver and stronger than she'd ever thought she could be.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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I AM ORFEO FEAR ME
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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But an ugly girl? Ah, child, the world is made for men. An ugly girl can never be forgiven.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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No habia sentido ningun dolor, solo temor por el. Creo que fue entonces cuando empezo la revolucion. No la de Paris, ni la de los franceses, sino la mia.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Up in the high palace, my mother is weeping. She storms and rages. Tears at her hair. She died thus, driven insane by war and the loss of her ancestral lands. ... I embrace her. "Mother, why do you rage so?" "The doings of men have driven me mad. Everyone told me I must accept what I cannot change. But I wished to change what I cannot accept, and that is where the trouble starts." ... "Mother, do not cry over Wilhelm," I plead, taking her c..
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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A pretty girl must please the world. But an ugly girl? She's free to please herself.
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Life deals the cards, but it is up to us how we play them. [Maria of Julich-Berg, mother of Anna of Cleves]
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I could bear it [the shame] because I knew the truth, child," I say. "There was one of us in that marriage who was old, fat, and smelly, and it wasn't me." "The King was cruel to speak thus," Alice says, but in a low voice. As if Henry, dead these past ten years, might somehow hear her. "He was, yes," I say. "But I think mostly he was afraid." Alice is sceptical. "Kings are afraid of nothing," she says. "This King was afraid. I know it, for..
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Headstrong is just a word, Katie--a word others call you when you don't do what they
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Y si es asi, ?que pretendia con los fuegos artificiales? Aparte de fastidiar a Napoleon Bonaparte, lo que no parece muy inteligente. El tipo tenia mal genio, y un ejercito.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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My gowns are burned, my satin shoes and silk corsets destroyed. Parties and balls are a thing of the past. Suitors no longer come to my door. The world calls me ugly and stays away.
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Ghosts are not the dead, come back from the grave to torment the living; ghosts are already here. They live inside us, keening in the ashes of our sorrows, mired in the thick, clutching mud of our regrets.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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You will stop Chance from taking hold of the girl?" asked the mother. The crone smiled grimly. "No, I cannot. But I will do what we Fates have always done. I will stop the girl from taking hold of a chance."
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I'll give her the chance to change the path she is on. The chance to make her path." "Fool," said the crone. "You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals do not like uncertainty. They do not like change. Change is frightening. Change is painful." "Change is a kiss in the dark. A rose in the snow. A wild road on a windy night." Chance countered."
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Astrid's eyes widened. 'What happened?' she asked quietly. Becca arched an eyebrow. 'Suddenly you care?' 'Yeah, Becca, I do. A lot.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Serafina slid the ring off her finger... "You belong to another Sera, not me," she whispered."
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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I don't trust her, Becca said to herself. I don't even like her. She's difficult and rude... ... and brave, a voice inside her countered.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Becca drifted off hoping that friendship, some of the most powerful magic there was, had cast its spell on Astrid.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Oh, Astrid... You can't sing. - Becca
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Never before have six direct descendants been of the same age at the same time - just as the original six were. - Vraja
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You're here with us, Astrid. We're the Six now, just like we were meant to be. And that means the world to me. - Sera
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The Six Who Ruled live inside each of you. - Vraja
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I hardly recognize you. Where's the gown and the jewellery, little sister? Where are the conch you always carried around? Where's your hair?' Desiderio asked. 'Gone, Des. It's gone. Everything's gone. Cerulea. The palace. Mum and Dad-' Her voice broke.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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When you keep a secret, the secret keeps you. - Becca
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For the first time in her life, she didn't look like royalty. She looked fierce, edgy, and troublesome. A merl not to be messed with. And she liked it.
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Jennifer Donnelly |
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Leaving us again?' Sera asked. Astrid snorted. 'I've been trying to leave you ever since I met. I never seem to get very far.' Sera smiled at that.
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There are reasons," she said. "If you knew... if I could tell you..." Her hands, resting on top of the table, knotted into fists. Her long blond hair, pale as moonlight, swirled around her shoulders. Her ice-blue eyes sought Serafina's. In them, Serafina could see a yearning to talk, to share what was troubling her."
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This word, the people in it- my mother, Tantine- they sort us. Put us in crates. are an egg. are a potato. are a cabbage. They tell us who we are. What we will do. What we will be." "Because they're afraid. Afraid of what we be." Tavi said. "But we let them do it!" Hugo said angrily. "Why?" "Tavi gave him a rueful smile. "Because we're afraid of what we could be, too."
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