[Niggle] era de esa clase de pintores que hacen mejor las hojas que los árboles
Hoja, de Niggle, un cuento de J.R.R. Tolkien (texto íntegro)
[Niggle] era de esa clase de pintores que hacen mejor las hojas que los árboles
This is how Liberty dies—with thunderous applause
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true.
Look again at that dot. . That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs
Piensa que el aparato está alrevés -le instó Peter-. El aparato es abajo. Caes hacia él.
The enemy's gate is down
"I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
Dr. House: Rational arguments don't usually work on religious people. Otherwise there wouldn't be religious people. Applicant #18: You're an atheist. Dr. House: Only on Christmas and Easter, the rest of the time it doesn't really matter. Applicant #18: Wheres the fun in that? A finite un-mysterious universe? Dr. House: It's not about fun, it's about the truth.
My sister puts up a front so the world won't see how vulnerable she is. May I put up a front so the world won't see how vulnerable I'm not. I don't care who these fingertips belong to, only what my new friend out there is trying to say.Castellano: "Mi hermana pone enfrente suyo una barrera para que el mundo no sepa lo vulnerable que es. Quizá yo ponga una barrera delante mío para que el mundo no sepa lo vulnerable que no soy. No me importa a quién pertenecen estas yemas [de los dedos], sólo me importa lo que mi nuevo amigo está intentando decirme".
But you can ask anybody from my neighborhood, and they'll just tell you this is just another Bronx tale...
Castellano: "Pero podéis preguntar a cualquier de mi barrio, y simplemente os dirán que ésta es sólo otra historia del Bronx..."
Calogero 'C' Anello en Una historia del Bronx
I have discovered a truly remarkable proof of this theorem which this margin is too small to containCastellano: He descubierto una prueba realmente extraordinaria de este teorema que este margen es demasiado pequeño para contener
Good times never seemed so goodCastellano: Los buenos tiempos nunca parecieron tan buenos
SAY 'WHAT' AGAINJules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) en Pulp Fiction (es.wikipedia,quotes,más quotes)
I DARE YOU
I DOUBLE DARE YOU, MOTHER FUCKER
SAY 'WHAT' ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME
Tres pasiones, simples pero abrumadoramente fuertes, han gobernado mi vida: el anhelo de amor, la búsqueda del conocimiento y una insoportable piedad por el sufrimiento de la humanidad.Bertrand Russell en su Autobiografía.
Celine: So, I want to try something.Castellano:
Jesse: What?
Celine: [le abraza] I want to see if you stay together or if you dissolve into molecules.
Jesse: How'm I doing?
Celine: Still here.
Jesse: Good, I like being here.
-Sí - dijo - sí, es que Ana de Austria es mi verdadera reina; a una palabra de ella traicionaría a mi país, traicionaría a mi rey, traicionaría a mi Dios. Ella me pidió no enviar a los protestantes de La Rochelle la ayuda que yo les había prometido, y no lo he hecho. Faltaba así a mi palabra, ¡pero no importa! Obedecía a su deseo. ¿No he sido suficientemente pagado por mi obediencia? Porque a esa obediencia debo precisamente su retrato.Los tres mosqueteros, Alejandro Dumas (padre).
D'Artagnan admiró de qué hilos frágiles y desconocidos están a veces suspendidos los destinos de un pueblo y la vida de los hombres.