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• Cortas algo que está vivo y es bello para averiguar cómo está vivo y por qué es bello, y antes de que te des cuenta, no es ninguna de esas cosas, y estás ahí de pie con sangre en la cara y lágrimas en los ojos y sólo el terrible dolor de la culpa para demostrarlo.

  Clive Barker

  Beautiful, Cutting, Blood

  Clive Barker (1999). “The essential Clive Barker: selected fictions”

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• When you leave a man alone with his Bible and the Holy Ghost inspires him, he's going to be a Catholic one way or another, even though he knows nothing about the visible church. His kind of Christianity may not be socially desirable, but will be real in the sight of God.

  Flannery O'Connor

  Real, Men, Catholic

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• Escribir es como cazar. Hay tardes brutalmente frías sin nada a la vista, sólo el viento y tu corazón roto. Luego llega el momento en que consigues algo grande. Todo el proceso es embriagador.

  Kate Braverman

  Writing, Heart, Hunting

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• Ningún lugar que merezca la pena conocer se rinde a la vista, y los menos atractivos a primera vista pueden dejar las imágenes más inquietantes en las paredes de la memoria.

  Algernon Blackwood

  Wall, Memories, Yield

  Algernon Blackwood (2015). “Algernon Blackwood: Premium 11 Novels Collection (Jimbo, The Education of Uncle Paul, The Human Chord, The Centaur, The Promise of Air, The Garden of Survival, The Bright Messenger and more)”, p.718, e-artnow

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• People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight--at least as they normally experienced them....Some people lost their individuality in the water, but Riley always felt most herself. Water was supposed to symbolize renewal, she knew, but when Riley swam, pared down, alone, and unreachable--she felt a deeper sense of who she already was.

  Ann Brashares

  Makeup, Hair, Voice

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• He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.

  Cassandra Clare

  Beautiful, Doors, Why Not

  Cassandra Clare (2010). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass”, p.284, Simon and Schuster

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• Jabor finally appeared at the top of the stairs, sparks of flame radiating from his body and igniting the fabric of the house around him. He caught sight of the boy, reached out his hand and stepped forward. And banged his head nicely on the low-slung attic door.

  Jonathan Stroud

  Boys, Doors, Flames

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• He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

  Jonathan Stroud

  Running, Lords And Ladies, Chickens

  "The Amulet of Samarkand (The Bartimaeus Trilogy, Book 1)". Book by Jonathan Stroud, September 30, 2003.

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• El ritmo es algo muy profundo, que va mucho más allá de las palabras. Una visión, una emoción, crea esta onda en la mente, mucho antes de que cree palabras que se ajusten a ella.

  Virginia Woolf

  Profound, Long, Mind

  Virginia Woolf (1983). "To the lighthouse: the original holograph draft", Chatto & Windus

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• One day, I stopped hating. I ceased all meaningless activity. I completed the circle. I Set my sights straight. Like an Arrow I flew. I stopped acting. I got tired of playing with you. Random violence and destruction Because my reason for living, my out, My excuse. What is your excuse? Destruction. Without hate, without fear, Without judgement. I am no better Than you. No-one knows this better Than I do. I just got tired of playing Parlor Games.

  Henry Rollins

  Hate, Tired, Arrows

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• What are you thinking?" he asks. I know Gage hates it when I cry - he is completely undone by the sight of tears - so I blink hard against the sting. "I'm thinking how thankful I am for everything," I say, "even the bad stuff. Every sleepless night, every second of being lonely, every time the car broke down, every wad of gum on my shoe, every late bill and losing lottery ticket and bruise and broken dish and piece of burnt toast." His voice is soft. "Why, darlin'?" "Because it all led me here to you.

  Lisa Kleypas

  Lonely, Hate, Night

  Lisa Kleypas (2010). “Sugar Daddy: A Novel”, p.415, Macmillan

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• Saco una flecha, encajo la muesca en su sitio y estoy a punto de dejarla volar cuando me detiene la visión de Finnick besando a Peeta. Y es tan extraño, incluso para Finnick.

  Suzanne Collins

  Kissing, Arrows, Bizarre

  Suzanne Collins (2011). "La trilogía de Los Juegos del Hambre", p.842, Scholastic Inc.

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• She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.

  E. M. Forster

  Criminals, Firsts, Offense

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• La Verdad con mayúsculas trata de la vida ANTES de la muerte. Se trata del valor real de una verdadera educación, que no tiene casi nada que ver con el conocimiento, y todo que ver con la simple conciencia; conciencia de lo que es tan real y esencial, tan oculto a plena vista a nuestro alrededor, todo el tiempo, que tenemos que seguir recordándonos una y otra vez: "Esto es agua". "Esto es agua". Es inimaginablemente difícil hacer esto, mantenerse consciente y vivo en el mundo de los adultos día tras día.

  David Foster Wallace

  Real, Simple, Water

  "This Is Water". David Foster Wallace's commencement speech at Kenyon College, www.youtube.com. May 21, 2005.

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• Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can't dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than any words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.

  Virginia Woolf

  Morning, Simple, Hands

  Virginia Woolf, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1975). “The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1923-1928”, Harcourt on Demand

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• La memoria deforma el tiempo, al igual que las imágenes, los sonidos y los olores de la realidad; porque lo que le da forma es la emoción, que puede torcer lo que parece claro, igual que la superficie de un estanque parece doblar el palo clavado en el agua.

  Sherwood Smith

  Memories, Reality, Smell

  Sherwood Smith (1997). "Duelo de coronas", p.182, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

  Sylvia Plath

  Distance, Men, Flawless

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.44, Hamilton Books

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• Wisdom, Happiness, and Courage are not waiting somewhere out beyond sight at the end of a straight line; they're part of a continuous cycle that begins right here. They're not only the ending, but the beginning as well.

  Benjamin Hoff

  Waiting, Lines, Ends

  "The Tao of Pooh". Book by Benjamin Hoff, www.huffingtonpost.com. 1982.

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• The light within the darkness- you've lost sight of it.

  Shiro Amano

  Light, Darkness, Lost

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• Everest silences you...when you come down, nothing seems worth saying, nothing at all. You find the nothingness wrapping you up, like a sound. Non-being. You can't keep it up, of course. the world rushes in soon enough. What shuts you up is, I think, the sight you've had of perfection: why speak if you can't manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences? It feels like a betrayal of what you've been through. But it fades; you accept that certain compromises, closures, are required if you're to continue.

  Salman Rushdie

  Betrayal, Thinking, Soon Enough

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• He sighed deeply; to fall in love at first sight with this malodorous sleeping girl, with, as far as he could see, no pretentions to beauty or even good looks, was something he had not expected. But falling in love, he had always understood, was unpredictable, and, as far as he was concerned, irrevocable.

  Betty Neels

  Girl, Falling In Love, Sleep

  "Love & Marriage".

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• Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.

  Charlaine Harris

  Light, Hands, Pockets

  Charlaine Harris (2012). “True Blood Omnibus III: All Together Dead, From Dead to Worse, Dead and Gone”, p.30, Hachette UK

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• You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I could make it out, buried deep beneath. Out of sight, hard to recognize, but still able to be found, even if I was the only one to ever look for it.

  Sarah Dessen

  Keys, Looks, Able

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.35, Penguin

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• Ancient one sleeping, waiting to rise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat

  P. C. Cast

  Song, Sweet, Queens

  P. C. Cast, Kristin Cast (2013). “Revealed: Number 11 in series”, p.199, Hachette UK

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• For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.

  Khalil Gibran

  Mother, Heart, Ice

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