“Let's pretend for just one moment that could actually happen. You close your eyes and I'll close mine and let's dream the same dream across the Atlantic, lighting up the darkness between us. Can you see it, Stu? Can you see us up there, shining in all the black?”
“That's not how you're going to live, Bird Girl. Not on my account. Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.”
“We didn't speak, just drove out of the city into the countryside on our way to absolutely nowhere, and when we found that perfect spot among the trees, we stopped and looked at each other. Swallows swooped through the red sky, back from their adventure, and we held each other underneath the ketchup clouds, willing time to stop and the world to forget us for a while.”
“I like winter and I like the dark and I like cats and I like the rain and I like walking up mountains and sitting at the top in the fog . That's all I need to know about my life right now. It's pretty simple”
“So long, Bird Girl,' he whispered, changing the emphasis to stress the first word. 'So long,' I agreed, because a life without him would be.”
“Da lo mismo la lengua que hables o la ropa que lleves. Hay cosas que no cambian. Las familias. Los amigos. Los enamorados. Son iguales en todas las ciudades de todos los países de todos los continentes del mundo.”
“Algunas veces. Todo el mundo necesita que le escuchen”
“I never realised there was so much of it,' Sandra muttered. 'Hours. I feel every minute.”
“Los edificios y los adoquines y las escaleras y los callejones y las iglesias y los parques…, todo, la ciudad entera, nos perteneció por un precioso instante que era largo y ancho y, Stu, lo llenamos hasta el último resquicio.
Aquello era vivir.
Vivir de verdad”
“Doesn’t matter what language you speak or what clothes you wear. Some things don’t change. Families. Friends. Lovers. They’re the same in every city in every country in every continent of the world.”
“Y si lo tengo que escribir, prefiero hacerlo con lápiz para poder borrarlo todo inmediatamente, suprimiendo por completo esa parte de mi vida para que se disuelva en la nada y yo pueda empezar de nuevo, dibujándome como quiero ser, que es con una sonrisa de libertad y un corazón puro y un nombre que pueda escribir con mayúsculas porque no me dé miedo revelarlo en una carta garrapateada en un cobertizo.”
“Y sin pensármelo dos veces, sin preocuparme por las consecuencias, le agarré la cara y tiré de ella hacia la mía, y nuestras bocas se encontraron con tanto ímpetu que me dolió de la forma más dulce posible.”
“good reasons to do bad things”
“My stomach fluttered and my adrenaline tingled and I felt young, Mr Harris, really young in this precious sort of way”
“—¡Deja de jugar con la comida! —le dijo por signos mi madre.
—Son nubes —respondió Dot.
—Las nubes no son rojas —dijo por signos Soph.
—Es el amanecer —replicó por signos Dot, desafiante—. Porque en mi plato está amaneciendo. Y a la salchicha le parece precioso. —Le esculpió una sonrisa a la salchicha con el cuchillo.
—Vaya desastre —le dijo por signos mi madre.
—Pero un desastre bonito —sonrió Dot. Le dio la vuelta a su plato para enseñárselo a nuestra madre. La salchicha estaba tumbada de espaldas, sonriéndoles a las nubes de kétchup.”
“Ahora, señor Harris, estará usted probablemente esperando que le diga que le di patadas al arbusto o que me eché a llorar o que corrí al aparcamiento y monté una escena. Pues siento decepcionarle y todo eso, pero me quedé con la cara completamente tranquila y el cuerpo completamente inmóvil. Lo único que hice fue romper una telaraña, partiéndola en dos con el canto de la mano. Una mitad se quedó en el muro y la otra mitad balanceándose de una rama, y esa es la única prueba que hay en el mundo de que sentí que algo se me rompía por dentro.”
“Escribiendo no existe lo del nudo en la lengua, pero si existiera, si mi mano fuese como una lengua enorme, de verdad le digo que la tendría atada con uno de esos nudos complicados que solo los boy scouts saben deshacer.”
“«Para siempre en mi pensamiento, para siempre en mi corazón».”
“Tenía una de esas caras de pasa que todavía te las puedes imaginar cuando eran uva porque en algún lugar por debajo de las arrugas hubo una vez algo bonito.”
“If I could feel it for you, I would,'he murmured and honest truth I would have given anything to push my pain right into his chest.”
“Me dolía todo y en el mundo hacía frío y hasta las estrellas me parecían malvadas, agudos trozos de blanco que sobresalían de todo aquel negro.”
“Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.”
“Cuando hay nubes es como si el mundo tuviera una capa de lana. Se está más calentito y eso.”
“Buenos motivos para hacer cosas malas... Interesante.”
“I won't tell you how much I love you, or how scared I am of being without you, or how I need to hide away from everyone because no one will ever compare to you... I will simply let you go. True love is about sacrifice, after all, and if I want you to be free of the memory of Max then you need to be free of me.”
“He was just standing on an ordinary pavement as cars roared behind him, and there was nothing special about it whatsoever except my heart didn't seem to realise. It soared out of my chest and into the sky, a flash of scarlet in all the blue.”
“In the blank where it said “Name of act,” I had scrawled, “Actually, I’m not really sure”
“The case is closed, Mr. Poldark. You will kindly step down.” “Otherwise,” said Dr. Halse, “we will have you committed for contempt of court.” Ross bowed slightly. “I can only assure you, sir, that such a committal would be a reading of my inmost thoughts.”
“The part that wasn't a jackpot was his baseball mound of red pubic hair that looked like it had literally been attached with a glue gun. I couldn't believe how much there was, and wondered how he had never heard of scissors, or--more appropriate for that kind of growth--hedge trimmers. I didn't understand what porn he was watching to not be aware of the trimming that was happening all across the world among his compatriots. I'm not a finicky person when it comes to pubic hair maintenance and I certainly don't expect men to shave it all off, leaving themselves to look like a hairless cat. That's even creepier then than seeing what Austin had, which could really only be compared to one thing: A clown in a leg lock.”
“I didn't have the answers yet, but I wasn't terrified of them anymore.”
“Is it your wish that I should leave you now?” “Why would you think that of me?” His eyebrows rose, the vulnerability gone. “You are not a servant, Mariana, to be thus ordered from my sight.” “No,” I admitted, looking down at my feet, “I am not a servant. I am a mistress. A minor difference, I’ll grant you.” His eyes were steady on my face. “You are my love,” he corrected me, softly, “and there is no shame in that. Do you wish this afternoon undone?” I raised my head. “No,” I told him honestly. “I will not force you to my bed,” he said. “I do not want a frightened woman, nor a coy one, but one who gives me love because she wills it so. If I make no promises, it is because the world is an uncertain place, and words matter little. But if you doubt the honor of my love, come,” he stretched his hand towards me, palm upward, “let me renew my pledge.”
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