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Hay una cosa segura, más segura que ninguna: los ricos hacen dinero y los pobres hacen… niños

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped... Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to...

I didn't have the answers to those questions, but what I did know was that I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. 

Down inside, of course, I wasn't sure, and yet I had to see her one more time. What I needed, I suppose, was some sort of final confirmation, something to carry with me when she was gone.

The box had done what Sweet Home had not, what working like an ass and living like a dog had not: drove him crazy so he would not lose his mind.

It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on that same house party that we had a curious conversation about driving a car. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that our fender flicked a button on one man’s coat.You’re a rotten driver, I protested. Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t to drive at all.I am careful.No, you’re not.Well, other people are, she said lightly.What’s that got to do with it?They’ll keep out of my way, she insisted. It takes two to make an accident.Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.I hope I never will, she answered. I hate careless people. That’s why I like you.Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I’d been writing letters once a week and signing them: Love, Nick, and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

She must talk to a man who was ten immensities away.

Keberanian tidak selalu identik dengan lelaki bersenapan. Keberanian (sejati) adalah saat kau tahu kau akan kalah sebelum memulai, tetapi kau tetap memulai dan merampungkannya, apa pun yang terjadi. Kau jarang menang, tetapi kadang-kadang kau bisa menang.

O brave new world,That has such people in ’t!-Miranda

there was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of he young breath-giving air.

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

in favor of southern womanhood as much as anybody, but not for preserving polite fiction at the expense of human life.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

They were afraid of dying, but they were even more afraid to show it.

We have still not had a death. A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground." he said."If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here, I will die" replied Ursula with a soft firmness.

I’ll explain to her, even though I don’t have to. Why I did it. How if I hadn’t killed her she would have died and that is something I could not bear to happen to her.

That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

Well, she thought, that big old dawg with the hatred in his eyes had killed her after all.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at whichmy nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)