“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
―Rudyard Kipling, Six Hours with Rudyard Kipling
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”
―George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
I don’t understand people who have one drink. I don’t understand people who leave half a glass of wine on the table. I don’t understand people who say they’ve had enough. How can you have enough of feeling like this? How can you not want to feel like this longer? My brain works differently.
—Leo McGarry, The West Wing.
The art comes from the awkward ache. The knot in my stomach usually teaches me more than comfort ever could. The sculptor’s chisel carves away at the block to bring something new into being. In the same way, we hammer away at the world we’re given to bring something new into being. We re-appropriate the past and present to create the future — breath by breath.
El arte proviene del dolor incómodo. Normalmente, el nudo en el estómago me enseña más de lo que la comodidad sería capaz. El cincel del escultor talla el bloque para traer algo nuevo a la vida. De la misma manera, cincelamos el mundo que se nos da para traer algo nuevo a la vida. Nos adueñamos del pasado y del presente para crear el futuro — soplo a soplo.
Jon Foreman en Making a Living.
I miss her smell, and the way she tastes. It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.
Rob Gordon, High Fidelity (Alta Fidelidad, 2000)
Sólo hay que buscar una persona a la que quieras (como quieres a un amigo, a tu madre, a tu perro, blabla) y que además haya esa química. Luego, cuando se acaba, puede ocurrir que te enamores de otra persona (horreur) o, y he aquí lo interesante, que te vuelvas a enamorar de la misma.
Al final, el amor de verdad es tan grande que te importa un huevo el químico y sólo quieres el bien de esa persona por encima de todo.
- Chema92, pensador -
(La negrita es mía)