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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7907aba | El temor de ofender a quienes me sostienen. Porque esta es la verdad; ellos me dan mi mantenimiento. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 12a05f9 | Sospirava molto - Quello e male. Ogni sospiro e come un sorso di vita che se va. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 2725e3a | Sto cominciando a pagare. E' meglio iniziare presto, per finire in fretta. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 6808730 | Hace calor aqui- dije. -Si, y esto no es nada- me contesto el otro. Calmese. Ya lo sentira mas fuerte cuando lleguemos a Comala. Aquello esta sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que alli se mueren, al llegar al infierno regresan por su cobija. | muerte méxico vida | Juan Rulfo | |
| 1e00246 | Alli, donde el aire cambia el color de las cosas; donde se ventila la vida como si fiera un murmullo; como si fuera un puro murmullo de la vida... | Juan Rulfo | ||
| b0bb469 | No me oyes? --pregunte en voz baja. Y su voz me respondio: --Donde estas? --Estoy aqui, en tu pueblo. Junto a tu gente. No me ves? --No, hijo, no te veo. Su voz parecia abarcarlo todo. Se perdia mas de la tierra. --No te veo. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| a244adc | No, no era posible calcular la hondura del silencio que produjo aquel grito. Como si la tierra se hubiera vaciado de su aire. Ningun sonido; ni el del resuello, ni el del latir del corazon; como si se detuviera el mismo ruido de la conciencia. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 534ff68 | La Media Luna estaba sola, en silencio. Se caminaba con los pies descalzos; se hablaba en voz baja. Enterraron a Susana San Juan y pocos en Comala se enteraron. Alla habia feria. Se jugaba a los gallos, se oia la musica; los gritos de los borrachos y de loterias. Hasta aca llegaba la luz del pueblo, que parecia una aureola sobre el cielo gris. Porque fueron dias grises, tristes para la Media Luna. Don Pedro no hablaba. No salia de su cuarto.. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| df454c7 | Ya lo sentira mas fuerte cuando lleguemos a Comala. Aquello esta sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del Infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que alli se mueren, al llegar al Infierno regresan por su cobija. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 318f8e3 | Signore, tu non esisti! Avevo chiesto la tua protezione per lui. Che lo proteggessi. Questo ti chiesi. Ma tu ti occupi solo delle anime. E quello che io voglio di lui e il suo corpo. Nudo e caldo d'amore; ardente di desiderio; mentre stringe il tremito dei miei seni e delle mie braccia. Il mio corpo trasparente sospeso sul suo. Il mio corpo leggero sostenuto e abbandonato alla sua forza. Che faro adesso delle mie labbra, senza la sua bocca .. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| d70293b | We live in a region where everything is given to us, thanks to Providence, but where everything is bitter. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 1eca8d9 | En el mundo hay gente que lee y gente que no lee. En el mundo hay gente que puede con todo y jamas abandona una lectura y hay gente que deja de leer un texto porque no le dice nada. Yo soy de los lectores que pertenecen a esta clase. Hoy he dejado de leer un libro de Pamuk, "El libro negro". Me cuesta renunciar a la lectura, me parece un desprecio a la literatura. Me paso con el "Ulises" de Joyce y casi me pasa lo mismo con "El jinete polac.. | pamuk pérez-reverte | Eugenio Fouz | |
| a1dd1d2 | Vsak vzdih je izdih zivljenja, ki gre iz tebe. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| b644c86 | Every morning at dawn the village trembles with the rumbling of the wagons. They come in from everywhere, loaded with saltpeter, with corn, with hay. The wheels creak and creak, rattling the windows and waking up the village. That's the hour when the ovens are opened and the air smells of new-baked bread.Suddenly it thunders, perhaps, and the rain falls. perhaps spring is coming. You'll learn there what 'perhaps' means, my son... | Juan Rulfo | ||
| fa60b4b | Y se fue. >>Volvi yo. Volveria siempre. El mar moja mis tobillos y se va; moja mis rodillas, mis muslos: rodea mi cintura con su brazo suave, da vuelta sobre mis senos; se abraza de mi cuello; aprieta mis hombros. Entonces me hundo en el, entera. Me entrego a el en su fuerte batir, en su suave poseer, sin dejar pedazo. >>--Me gusta banarme en el mar --le dije. >>Pero el no lo comprende. >>Y al otro dia estaba otra vez en el mar, purificando.. | mar | Juan Rulfo | |
| 60c7912 | Dice que ella escondia sus pies entre las piernas de el. Sus pies helados como piedras frias y que alli se calentaban como en un horno donde se dora el pan. Dice que el le mordia los pies diciendole que eran como pan dorado en el horno. Que dormia acurrucada, metiendose dentro de el, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abria como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce, dando golpes duros c.. | cama muerte | Juan Rulfo | |
| 2cc7280 | Comala'ya vardigimizda sicagi cok daha siddetli hissedeceksiniz. Orada insan kendini kozlerin uzerinde, cehennemin tam gobeginde zanneder. Derler ki, olup de cehenneme giden Comala'lilarin cogu battaniyelerini almak icin geri donerlermis. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| ee09251 | Nos salvamos juntos o nos hundimos separados.>> Juan Rulfo, Mexico y los mexicanos | Nicanor Parra | ||
| 92237d7 | Alla hallaras mi querencia. El lugar que yo quise. Donde los suenos me enflaquecieron. Mi pueblo, levantado sobre la llanura. Lleno de arboles y de hojas, como una alcancia donde hemos guardado nuestros recuerdos. Sentiras que alli uno quisiera vivir para la eternidad. El amanecer; la manana; el mediodia y la noche, siempre los mismos; pero con la diferencia del aire. Alli, donde el aire cambia el color de las cosas; donde se ventila la vid.. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 971afee | Hace mucho tiempo que te fuiste, Susana. La luz era igual entonces que ahora, no tan bermeja; pero era la misma pobre luz sin lumbre, envuelta en el pano blanco de la neblina que hay ahora. Era el mismo momento. Yo aqui, junto a la puerta mirando el amanecer y mirando cuando te ibas, siguiendo el camino del cielo; por donde el cielo comenzaba a abrirse en luces, alejandote, cada vez mas destenida entre las sombras de la tierra. >>Fue la ult.. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| b54bcea |
Ella sirvio siempre a sus semejantes. Les dio todo lo que tuvo. Hasta les dio un hijo, a todos. Y se los puso enfrente para que alguien lo reconociera como suyo; pero nadie lo quiso hacer. Entonces les dijo: < |
Juan Rulfo | ||
| 9e778bb | For Robert Lee Hodge, it was also a way of life. As the Marlon Brando of battlefield bloating, he was often hired for Civil War movies. | humor re-enactment | Tony Horwitz | |
| 6c0a202 | Las presentes paginas contienen los mas valiosos "secretos" que logre recopilar a lo largo de mi larga y fructifera carrera, incluyendo notas sobre los diferentes metodos y tecnicas empleados por grandes autores de la talla de Ernest Hemingway, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, J. K. Rowling, Mario Vargas Llosa, Isaac Asimov, Julio Cortazar, Jorge Luis Borges, Julio Verne, Horacio Quiroga, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H. G. Wells, R. L. Stevenson, Juan Ru.. | Álvaro Parra Pinto | ||
| 4e1f205 | Insani her bir tarafindan sikan, sanki topragi kanimizla islatacakmiscasina bizi paramparca ederek tozumuzu avuc avuc oraya buraya bosaltan bu dunya. Biz ne yaptik? Ruhumuz neden curudu bizim? Annen derdi ki, en azindan Tanri'nin merhametine sahibiz. Ve sen onu inkar ediyorsun, Susana. Baban oldugumu neden inkar ediyorsun? Sen deli misin? - Bunu bilmiyor muydun? - Sen deli misin? - Tabii ki deliyim, Bartolome. Bunu bilmiyor muydun? | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 1d85702 | Dejenme aunque sea el derecho de pataleo que tienen los ahorcados! | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 3ca9c89 | Alla me oiras mejor. Estare mas cerca de ti. Encontraras mas cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que alguna vez la muerte ha tenido alguna voz. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 36c1a08 | Ya descansaremos bien a bien cuando estemos muertos. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| de651ff | Por lo pronto, me puse a medir el tamano de mi carino y dio 685 kilometros por la carretera. Es decir, de aqui a donde tu estas. Ahi se acabo. Y es que tu eres el principio y fin de todas las cosas. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 8aff99f | I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be aweful - not all the time. It's kinda... | David Lindsay-Abaire | ||
| 780a18b | Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert (3) Superintelligence by Nick Bostrom (3) Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! by Richard P. Feynman (3) The 4-Hour Body by Tim Ferriss (3) The Bible (3) The Hard Thing About Hard Things by Ben Horowitz (3) The War of Art by Steven Pressfield (3) Watchmen by Alan Moore (3) Zero to One by Peter Thiel with Blake Masters (3) | Timothy Ferriss | ||
| c5ece3e | A daunting example of the impact that the loose talk and heavy rhetoric of the Sixties had on policy can be seen in the way the black family--a time-bomb ticking ominously, and exploding with daily detonations--got pushed off the political agenda. While Carmichael, Huey Newton and others were launching a revolutionary front against the system, the Johnson administration was contemplating a commitment to use the power of the federal governme.. | David Horowitz | ||
| 051ac0a | Anne Perry, Triple Jeopardy: A Daniel Pitt Novel (Ballantine, 4/9) | Publishers Lunch | ||
| 42951ab | Martin Walker, The Body in the Castle Well: A Bruno, Chief of Police novel (Knopf, 6/4) | Publishers Lunch | ||
| 8cfeeac | Nancy Thayer, Surfside Sisters (Ballantine, 7/2) | Publishers Lunch | ||
| f055a5d | Different studies suggest different dietary changes in response to climate change, but the ballpark is pretty clear. The most comprehensive assessment of the livestock industry's environmental impact was published in Nature in October 2018. After analyzing food-production systems from every country around the world, the authors concluded that while undernourished people living in poverty across the globe could actually eat a little more mea.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 4f08de9 | Anthony Horowitz, The Sentence Is Death (Harper, 6/4) - The second in his Daniel Hawthorne series. | Publishers Lunch | ||
| 83706f1 | Ragnar Jonasson, The Island (Minotaur, 5/21) | Publishers Lunch | ||
| 35ae541 | One of Donald's acquaintances had recently suddenly died at a Rotary Club luncheon, and I had said to him, 'It's not a bad way to go really. He was a good age and he died at his favourite pastime - eating!' 'I know a better way,' Donald had said. 'Oh? And what is that?' 'Shot in the back of the head, at ninety, by a jealous husband!' He had continued our slightly morbid discussion with, 'When I die, Jim, I would like to be buried at Southwo.. | Jim Wight | ||
| 07d2676 | presentation, she looked drawn, as old as the limestone hills behind her property. Her facial skin was marbled, hair greying at the roots. She had grown frail, as though she might disintegrate at the first touch; she was a desiccated, vulnerable shadow of her former self and it was hard to | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| 917221d | Once upon a time, oh, it seems a long while ago now, I dreamed of a natural haven, of paradise winking down upon a tranquil blue sea. I had pictured friends and family at ease in my Garden of Eden, sharing, and at peace, a place where artists worked and lovers loved. But it had been a vague sketch, a dream without lines between the dots, until I met Michel. Then it began to gain wattage, to take on a shape, develop light and shade, rhythm, .. | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| 15a84c5 | I am reminded that love is timeless and regenerative. There is no beginning or end. All things are changing; nothing dies. And like the wind, love leaves its imprints everywhere. | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| da12aa5 | Every fruit that bedecked Cecile's gaily-dressed stall had been grown on her own holding. | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| 166eaa0 | I am moving the rudder, shifting the course of my life. I have not thought of it this way before, but that is what I am doing. Taking my fate into my own hands, turning dreams into reality. And there is nothing more sacred or precious than that. To choose a direction: but how often do we miss the signposts? | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| 608e6b3 | Once released from her trading responsibilities, she descended to Cannes's famous seafront esplanade. Occasionally she dallied for a while, enjoying the sunshine while strolling the length of the Boulevard de la Croisette, or she might pause for un caffe espresso and a swift perusal of the announcements in the local daily newspaper, Nice Matin. More often than not, though, her habit was to walk purposefully in the direction of the new port .. | Carol Drinkwater |