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• Miro fijamente el montón de restos desechados y pienso en mi madre. ¿Tocó ella ese pilar? ¿Aún perdura su olor en un fragmento de cristal o en una astilla de madera? Un terrible vacío se instala en mi pecho. Por mucho que siga viviendo, siempre hay pequeños recuerdos que hacen que la pérdida vuelva a ser reciente.

  Libba Bray

  Mother, Loss, Thinking

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.23, Simon and Schuster

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• Anhelo vivir y amar y arder, y sin embargo gran parte de mi tiempo lo paso fingiendo y olvidando, fingiendo y olvidando que llevo a cabo mi incredulidad con manos sin inspiración, los ojos cerrados, las emociones embotadas, el espíritu entumecido. En tiempos como estos necesito desesperadamente que la verdad venga a mí como una luz cegadora, como una astilla en mi alma, recordándome la brevedad de mi tiempo aquí en la tierra.

  Jon Foreman

  Eye, Light, Times Like These

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• Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before.

  Colson Whitehead

  Glasses, Dust, Broken

  Colson Whitehead (2011). “Zone One”, p.257, Random House

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• When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-ered-up cities Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster. Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them, Then nothing will remain of the iron age And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain.

  Robinson Jeffers

  Mother, Rain, Thinking

  Robinson Jeffers (1965). “Selected poems”, Vintage

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• You have trust in what you think. If you splinter yourself and try to please everyone, you can't.

  Annie Leibovitz

  Inspiring, Thinking, Trying

  "Annie Leibovitz On Getting The Shot–And The Future Of Photography". Interview with Rae Ann Fera, www.fastcompany.com. June 28, 2013.

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• Me quedé tumbada en silencio, atesorando mi pequeña dignidad. No pregunté por la puerta ni por el armario. No cuestioné el ritual de la hora de dormir en el que, sobre las frías baldosas del cuarto de baño, me extendían a diario y me examinaban en busca de defectos. No sabía que mis huesos, esos sólidos, esas piezas de escultura no se astillarían.

  Anne Sexton

  Hoarding, Sculpture, Pieces

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• Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  Monday, Crazy, Rooms

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• Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.

  Ann Brashares

  Book, Funny Things, Feet

  Ann Brashares (2008). “The Last Summer (of You and Me)”, p.90, Penguin

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• Del mismo modo que un tornado arranca el tejado de una caravana de doble ancho, dejando a sus ocupantes aturdidos y mirando a las nubes desde las astillas de lo que antes era su salón, aquello se había acabado.

  Augusten Burroughs

  Rip, Nubes, Dejando

  Augusten Burroughs (2004). "Running With Scissors", p.185, Atlantic Books Ltd.

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• Mi cuerpo se convierte en una balsa y hay una parte de mí que quiere, literalmente, dejarse llevar. Cerrar los ojos y dejarme llevar. Pero sé que tarde o temprano tendré que salir, que necesito sentir la tierra bajo mis pies, entre mis dedos: las astillas, los ojos saltones, el ardor de la tierra caliente, el escozor de los cortes, las ramitas, las mordeduras, el calor, la incomodidad, todo. Necesito desesperadamente sentirlo todo, para que cuando ocurra algo maravilloso, el contraste sea tan enorme que embotelle el impacto y lo guarde para el resto de mi vida.

  Melina Marchetta

  Ojo, Corte, Pies

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• Los vegetarianos, y su facción disidente similar a Hezbolá, los veganos... son enemigos de todo lo bueno y decente del espíritu humano.

  Anthony Bourdain

  Food, Cooking, Enemy

  Anthony Bourdain (2013). “Kitchen Confidential”, p.78, A&C Black

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• Cómo te extingues en mí: hasta el último nudo gastado de aliento estás ahí, con una astilla de vida.

  Paul Celan

  Lasts, Knots, Worn

  Paul Celan (1980). “Paul Celan: poems”

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• Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.

  Daniel Handler

  Confianza, verdad, honestidad

  "The Penultimate Peril: A Series of Unfortunate Events #12". Book by Daniel Handler (Lemony Snicket), October 18, 2005.

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• No, no es fácil escribir. Es tan difícil como romper rocas. Chispas y astillas vuelan como acero hecho añicos.

  Clarice Lispector

  Writing, Rocks, Steel

  Clarice Lispector (1986). “The Hour of the Star”, p.19, New Directions Publishing

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• Fidelity gives a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions.

  Milan Kundera

  Giving, Unity, Splits

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• You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)

  Stephenie Meyer

  Twilight, Thinking, Nails

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• For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

  Melina Marchetta

  Girl, Sadness, Eye

  Melina Marchetta (2010). “Jellicoe Road”, p.31, Harper Collins

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• Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

  William Shakespeare

  Corazón, Luna, Hombres

  William Shakespeare (1809). “The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.137

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• Nos sirven fantasmas orgánicos, pensó, que, hablando y escribiendo, atraviesan este nuestro nuevo entorno. Fantasmas observadores, sabios, físicos del mundo de la vida plena, cuyos elementos se han convertido para nosotros en astillas invasoras pero agradables de una sustancia que late como un antiguo corazón.

  Philip K. Dick

  Sabio, Escribir, Corazón

  Philip K. Dick (2012). "Ubik", p.225, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing. It might be a thousand years. At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation. In the face of the Thought Police there is no other way.

  George Orwell

  Dust, Years, Knowing

  George Orwell (2003). “Nineteen Eighty-four”, Penguin Mass Market

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• Era un coágulo en busca de un lugar donde suceder, una astilla de hueso a la caza de un órgano blando que perforar, una célula lunática solitaria en busca de pareja: se instalarían en su casa y se formarían un pequeño y acogedor tumor maligno.

  Stephen King

  Solitario, Caza, Celdas

  Stephen King (2008). "The Stand", p.280, Anchor

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• Burn shavings and splinters of pitch pine, and when they turn to charcoal, put them out, and pound them into mortar with size. This will make a pretty black for fresco painting.

  Marco Vitruvio Polio

  Black, Shaving, Size

  "De architectura (Ten Books on Architecture)". Book by Marcus Vitruvius Pollio (Book VII, Chapter X, Section 3), circa 15 BC.

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• Homosexuals are entering the mainstream, because they're becoming as boring and as tedious as any other splinter group.

  Dennis Miller

  Groups, Entering, Becoming

  Fuente: www.foxnews.com

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• Victor Serge died in exile and obscurity, apparently no more than a splinter of a splinter in the Marxist movement. But with the passage of the years, he looms up as one of the great moral figures of our time, an artist of such integrity and a revolutionary of such purity as to overshadow those who achieved fame and power. His failure was his success. I know of no participant in Russia's revolution and Spain's agonies who more deserves the attention of our concerned youth.

  I. F. Stone

  Integrity, Artist, Russia

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• Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

  Jenny Han

  Dog, Divorce, Eight

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