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• Seguía teniendo sus días malos, sin duda, cuando el perro negro de la depresión la olfateaba y posaba su aplastante peso sobre su pecho y le exhalaba su acre aliento de perro en la cara. En esos días llamaba diciendo que estaba enferma a la tienda de informática donde, la mayoría de los días, desenredaba redes enmarañadas por una canción. Esos días bajaba las persianas y se quedaba a oscuras durante doce, veinticuatro o setenta y dos horas, el tiempo que tardara el perro negro en volver a casa con su oscuro amo.

  Lev Grossman

  Crush, Dog, Song

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• ¿Alguna vez se detiene? ¿De desearte?" "Incluso cuando acabo de dejarte. Te deseo tanto que siento una opresión en el pecho y me duelen los dedos de querer tocarte otra vez.

  Diana Gabaldon

  Doe, Want, Ache

  Diana Gabaldon (2015). “The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn”, p.378, Delacorte Press

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• Me detuve frente a tu puerta para ver si estabas despierto, y claramente lo estabas, así que entré". "Sigues sin poder entrar así como así". Crucé los brazos sobre el pecho. "¿Quieres que vuelva a salir y llame a la puerta?". Loki señaló las puertas detrás de él. "¿Eso te haría sentir mejor?

  Amanda Hocking

  Feel Better, Doors, Arms

  Amanda Hocking (2014). “Trylle: The Complete Trilogy”, p.526, Pan Macmillan

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• She put her hand on her chest. “I have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must be still. I have read quite as many stories as you, September. More, no doubt. And I know a secret you do not: I am not the villain. I am no dark lord. I am the princess in this tale. I am the maiden, with her kingdom stolen away. And how may a princess remain safe and protected through centuries, no matter who may assail her? She sleeps. For a hundred years, for a thousand. Until her enemies have all perished and the sun rises over her perfect, innocent face once more.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Princess, Sleep, Dark

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• Tenía un cáncer oscuro que le goteaba del pecho. Ojos cerrados. Entubada. Pero su mano seguía siendo su mano, seguía caliente y tenía las uñas pintadas de un azul oscuro casi negro. Yo la cogí de la mano e intenté imaginarme el mundo sin nosotros y, durante un segundo, fui lo bastante buena persona como para esperar que muriera para que nunca supiera que yo también me iba. Pero luego quise más tiempo para que pudiéramos enamorarnos. Se cumplió mi deseo, supongo. Dejé mi cicatriz.

  John Green

  Falling In Love, Cancer, Eye

  "La Falla en Nuestras Estrellas". Libro de John Green, 2012.

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• Todavía te quiero. Y a veces, amigo mío, el amor que tengo, y que no puedo darte, aplasta el aliento de mi pecho. A veces, incluso ahora, mi corazón se ahoga en una pena que no tiene estrellas sin ti, ni risas, ni sueño.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Aplastar, Estrellas, Risas

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). "Shantaram: una novela", p. 553, Macmillan.

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• The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Corazón, Manos, Largo

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.24, Macmillan

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• I'll listen to you, but you need to treat me with a little respect. Because it doesn't sound like I'm a pawn. Sounds like I'm more of a queen." A vein in his temple began to throb, and she grew bolder, the sense of power emanating from the mark on her chest filing her with the mettle she'd lost after the break-in two years ago. Lowering her voice to a tense whisper, she nipped his earlobe. "Checkmate.

  Larissa Ione

  Queens, Years, Two

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• Me abraza. Al principio es tentativo, un poco asustado, y sí, un poco repulsivo, pero luego se funde en él. Apoya la cabeza en mi cuello frío y me abraza. Incapaz de creer lo que está pasando, la rodeo con el brazo y me limito a abrazarla. Casi puedo jurar que siento latir mi corazón. Pero debe de ser el suyo, apretado contra mi pecho.

  Isaac Marion

  Corazón, Abrazo, Cuellos

  Isaac Marion (2012). "Warm Bodies: A Novel", p.69, Simon and Schuster

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• I split the omelet between the plates and stopped when Curran's arms closed about me. He pulled me against him, pressing my back against his chest. I heard him inhale my scent. His lips grazed my temple. Here we were, alone, in my kitchen, holding each other while breakfast cooled on the table. This was some sort of alternate universe, with a different Kate, who wasn't hunted like a wild animal and who could have these sorts of things. "What's up?" I asked softly. "Just making sure you know you're caught.

  Ilona Andrews

  Animal, Kitchen, Breakfast

  Ilona Andrews (2010). “Magic Bleeds”, p.159, Penguin

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• I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

  John Green

  Real, School, Sadness

  John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.215, A&C Black

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• My smile faded, and I suddenly felt confused. My heart leapt in my chest. "Why would you do that for me?" "What wouldn't I do for you?

  Richelle Mead

  Confused, Heart, My Smile

  Richelle Mead (2012). “Richelle Mead Dark Swan Bundle: Storm Born, Thorn Queen, Iron Crowned & Shadow Heir”, p.1437, Zebra Books

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• I get to keep you,” he said, staring at me with an intensity that made me shiver. “Keep me?” I asked, reaching up to kiss his chin and trail kisses down his perfect neck. “Not here. I can’t take much more, Pagan. I’m only so strong,” he said in a husky voice as he pulled me against his chest. “You’re mine now. While you walk the Earth you belong to me. Nothing can hurt you.” I heard a touch of humor in his voice. “It’s pretty impossible to hurt what Death protects.

  Abbi Glines

  Strong, Hurt, Kissing

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• And for a moment―for a split second―everything else falls away, the whole pattern and order of my life, and a huge joy crests in my chest. I am no one, and I owe nothing to anybody, and my life is my own.

  Lauren Oliver

  Fall, Happy Life, Order

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• I think that every living person, every person who is awake to the functioning principles within his reality has a moment where he stops blaming the problems in the world on group thinking, on humanity and authority, and starts to face himself. I hate this more than anything. This is the hardest principle within christian spirituality for me to deal with. The problem is not out there, the problem is the needy beast of a thing living in my chest.

  Donald Miller

  Christian, Hate, Reality

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• If you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.

  Susan Elizabeth Phillips

  Thinking, Way, Cry

  Susan Elizabeth Phillips (2013). “This Heart Of Mine: Number 5 in series”, p.212, Hachette UK

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• Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

  Jill Shalvis

  Boys, Stones, Smooth

  Jill Shalvis (2009). “Double Play”, p.42, Penguin

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• Royce nodded. “Invest in crossbows. Next time stay hidden and just put a couple bolts into each of your target’s chests. All this talking is just stupid.” “Royce!” Hadrian admonished. “What? You’re always saying I should be nicer to people. I’m trying to be helpful.

  Michael J. Sullivan

  Couple, Stupid, Talking

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• It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

  Plátano Yoshimoto

  Corazón, mente, materia

  Banana Yoshimoto, Michael Emmerich (2001). “Asleep”, p.39, Grove Press

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• Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

  Melissa de la Cruz

  Mimi, T Shirt, Shirts

  Melissa de la Cruz (2010). “The Van Alen Legacy: Number 4 in series”, p.97, Hachette UK

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• The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. "Yes," he said. "I heard all of the names, but I don't remember the other two… just the man who hurt Gillian." "That's the name I most want," Brodick said softly. "Who is he, Alec?" "Alec, please," Gillian began. "Tell me, Alec. Who is he?" "Baron," Alec whispered. "His name is Baron.

  Julie Garwood

  Hurt, Father, Boys

  Julie Garwood (2010). “Ransom”, p.203, Simon and Schuster

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• amazingly, i'd actually forgotten that i'm supposed to be plain. i'm so used to alex telling me i'm beautiful. i'm so used to feeling beautiful around him. a hollow opens up in my chest. this is what life will be like without him: everything will become ordinary again. i'll become ordinary again.

  Lauren Oliver

  Beautiful, Feelings, Ordinary

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• The fairy tale, which to this day is the first tutor of children because it was once the first tutor of mankind, secretly lives on in the story. The first true storyteller is, and will continue to be, the teller of fairy tales. Whenever good counsel was at a premium, the fairy tale had it, and where the need was greatest, its aid was nearest. This need was created by myth. The fairy tale tells us of the earliest arrangements that mankind made to shake off the nightmare which myth had placed upon its chest.

  Walter Benjamin

  Children, Needs, Stories

  Walter Benjamin (1968). “Illuminations”, p.112, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore." It gutted me pretty badly.

  John Green

  Mom, Dad, Wish

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• She smiled then, an adorable, sweet smile that took his breath away. He forgot all about trying to maintain an air of civility. His inner caveman came barreling out, grunting and pounding his chest and muttering unintelligible words.

  Maya Banks

  Sweet, Air, Adorable

  Maya Banks (2015). “Undeniable: Tempted by Her Innocent Kiss\Undone by Her Tender Touch”, p.78, Harlequin

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