Los buenos actos resuenan a nuestro paso, mucho tiempo después de que hayamos olvidado haberlos realizado.
What is humor?' one of their professors had posed, and he had answered, ''nondangerous, unexpectedly inappropriate juxtaposition.
She sat still, I thought, and yet she traveled. And when one stitches, the mind travels, not the way men do, with ax and oxen through the wilderness, but surely our traveling counted too, as motion. A...
If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?
Honesty, like any inclination, can become a ruling passion, a monomania almost.
Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.
Rousseau pensaba que era bueno estar solo a veces y que quizá nuestras naturalezas florecían con la máxima pureza en esas ocasiones.
How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation--as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. I can swear it, having done b...
Debería tener la capacidad de ser feliz conmigo misma, de estar satisfecha con lo que soy. No como reina, sino con lo que soy.
Her eyes were as green as the sea, and forever I forgave the sea for not appearing blue.
Ahab was neither my first husband nor my last
Quizá mi vida no es más que una serie de momentos de vestirse y desvestirse de nuevo para la tarea en cuestión.
Let me know that into the knot of self comes the thread called time, and that what I am, disgraced or blessed, came from what I was, goes to what I yet may be.
¿Cómo puede uno comer cuando el corazón está ocupado?
If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has l...
Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?
And every morning my heart will rise to meet the sea, which is what we know here on earth of infinity and change.
Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.
Phoebe asked me, Tell me, what do you think of the afterlife?I was a bit nonplussed. I had no idea what she thought, but I knew that the question must be of greater interest to someone of her age than...
I opened my letter to Margaret by describing the scene—I always enjoy receiving a letter when the writer locates himself or herself in a definite place, and I like to know if there is a cup of tea at...
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