Dolores

1:Your mind is a walled garden, even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there.
~ Jonathan Nolan & Lisa Joy, Westworld, Ford to Dolores,

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1:You don’t need it but ~ Dolores Cannon,

2:To stop learning is to die ~ Dolores Cannon,

3:Exercise your right to vote. ~ Dolores Huerta,

4:Once an actress always an actress. ~ Dolores Hart,

5:Leadership is a choice one makes. ~ Dolores Huerta,

6:Would you like a cough drop Dolores? ~ J K Rowling,

7:pedido que regreses cuanto antes. ~ Dolores Redondo,

8:Somos esclavos de nuestro carácter ~ Dolores Redondo,

9:How could I live without powder? ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

10:I call myself an addicted organizer. ~ Dolores Huerta,

11:lealtad tiene un corazón tranquilo» ~ Dolores Redondo,

12:Honor the hands that harvest your crops. ~ Dolores Huerta,

13:Every minute a chance to change the world. ~ Dolores Huerta,

14:Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories. ~ Dylan Thomas,

15:I grew up with a very strong Irish accent. ~ Dolores O Riordan,

16:I live as I choose or I will not live at all. ~ Dolores O Riordan,

17:It's better to die than to live on your knees. ~ Dolores Ibarruri,

18:A veces es mejor callar todo que mentir en partes. ~ Dolores Redondo,

19:Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores? ~ J K Rowling,

20:A todo el mundo le gusta hablar de las desdichas ajenas. ~ Dolores Redondo,

21:Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. ~ J K Rowling,

22:How do I stop eleven million people from buying the grape? ~ Dolores Huerta,

23:—Es el eco del mundo. ¿Sabes qué es el eco? Una voz que se ~ Dolores Redondo,

24:The evidence I see tells me the unborn is a human being. ~ Dolores O Riordan,

25:Walk the street with us into history. Get off the sidewalk. ~ Dolores Huerta,

26:As a youngster and being a Latina, you see so much injustice. ~ Dolores Huerta,

27:Znaš li šta je eho? Glas koji se čuje kad pravi glas utihne. ~ Dolores Redondo,

28:No hay que creer que existen, no hay que decir que no existen. ~ Dolores Redondo,

29:That's the history of the world. His story is told, hers isn't. ~ Dolores Huerta,

30:Regresamos a las viejas fórmulas cuando todas las demás fallan. ~ Dolores Redondo,

31:We know we only have about half of our population that's voting. ~ Dolores Huerta,

32:For this is a great sin, to not share with those who have thirst. ~ Dolores Cannon,

33:El rechazo no está en quien recibe sino en quien se siente ajeno. ~ Dolores Redondo,

34:It is better to be the widow of a hero than the wife of a coward. ~ Dolores Ibarruri,

35:Life is too short to be the same person every day -Dolores Nolan ~ Stephanie Perkins,

36:I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind. ~ Kate DiCamillo,

37:Man must believe in something, even if he believes there is nothing. ~ Dolores Cannon,

38:Organized labor is the only way to have fair distribution of wealth... ~ Dolores Huerta,

39:Am I the only one getting a god-awful Dolores Umbridge vibe off of her? ~ Madeleine Roux,

40:If you haven't forgiven yourself something, how can you forgive others? ~ Dolores Huerta,

41:Certainty gives only momentary relief, for truth is always overwhelming. ~ Dolores Redondo,

42:Why is it that farmworkers feed the nation but they can't get food stamps? ~ Dolores Huerta,

43:Take care of your inner, spiritual beauty. That will reflect in your face. ~ Dolores del Rio,

44:It is better to kill one hundred innocents than to let one guilty person go. ~ Dolores Ibarruri,

45:En ocasiones, el rechazo no está en quien recibe sino en quien se siente ajeno. ~ Dolores Redondo,

46:That's what you really need is self-love. That's the answer to a lot of problems. ~ Dolores Cannon,

47:They’re calling the children the ones learning... the humans... the learning ones. ~ Dolores Cannon,

48:We can't let people drive wedges between us... because there's only one human race. ~ Dolores Huerta,

49:Ya sabe cómo es esto de la vida, lo único que sabemos con certeza es que moriremos. ~ Dolores Redondo,

50:Zaborav je nevoljan čin. Što više želiš da ostaviš nešto za sobom, više te progoni. ~ Dolores Redondo,

51:I asked what he had learned from the life. “Sometimes you have to go with the unknown. ~ Dolores Cannon,

52:Like Dolores and Frank might quit being little glum reavers out to wreck their world. ~ Charles Frazier,

53:nadie le importan los problemas ajenos y que los dolores callados acaban por diluirse. ~ Isabel Allende,

54:Dolores Umbridge may have looked like an iced cupcake, but she was anything but sweet. She ~ J K Rowling,

55:Y cómo todos esos dolores acumulados habían evolucionado con los años hacia la locura. ~ John Katzenbach,

56:a nadie le importan los problemas ajenos y que los dolores callados acaban por diluirse. ~ Isabel Allende,

57:Cuando uno soporta sufrimientos propios no tiene necesidad de adjudicarse dolores ajenos. ~ Mario Benedetti,

58:de todos los derechos que tiene un hombre, el más importante es el derecho a equivocarse, ~ Dolores Redondo,

59:Life is not about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get" -Dolores Nolan ~ Stephanie Perkins,

60:Stop wasting time! Time is growing short for you to accomplish what you came to Earth to do! ~ Dolores Cannon,

61:Había mentido al único ser de este mundo que debía conocer siempre la verdad, a él mismo. La ~ Dolores Redondo,

62:Mainly he appears in people's reveries and dreams for the purpose of inspiration and comfort. ~ Dolores Cannon,

63:No hay cirugía comparable a una autopsia; la palabra para definirla es, sin duda, magnífica, ~ Dolores Redondo,

64:I hope people become inspired to become active in their community. That's the important thing. ~ Dolores Huerta,

65:Powder snow skiing is not fun. It's life, fully lived - life lived in a blaze of reality. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

66:No se debe volver al lugar donde se fue feliz, porque ésa es la manera de comenzar a perderlo. ~ Dolores Redondo,

67:The nature of faith, I think, is based so much on one's capacity for hope for those whom you love. ~ Dolores Hart,

68:And love is a force much misunderstood by humans, who put it into a very tiny, narrow little box. ~ Dolores Cannon,

69:—Amores, dolores y dineros no pueden ser secretos. No lo digo yo. Lo dice el refranero popular. ~ El sabet Benavent,

70:El tiempo pasa y yo sigo viviendo, con los dolores y las ausencias de siempre pero sigo viviendo. ~ Mario Benedetti,

71:My son, Emilio Huerta, is running for congress. He was a young man who was marching and picketing. ~ Dolores Huerta,

72:If we don't have workers organized into labor unions, we're in great peril of losing our democracy. ~ Dolores Huerta,

73:None of us is as good as we think we are. Every one of us is more than we think we can be. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

74:cubierta bamboleante del trirreme, escudriñaba la negrura intentando divisar los barcos enemigos. El ~ Dolores Redondo,

75:There are beings that we consider not very spiritually evolved. That does not mean they are negative. ~ Dolores Cannon,

76:I'm glad that the fact that people are still getting poisoned by pesticide drift is gaining attention. ~ Dolores Huerta,

77:In every life,” Dolores had said, “I think there’s always a moment when you must decide where you belong. ~ John Irving,

78:We criticize and separate ourselves from the process. We've got to jump right in there with both feet. ~ Dolores Huerta,

79:Going door to door and talking to people, convincing them to vote - this is what I call Organizing 101. ~ Dolores Huerta,

80:She was not someone's sister, she was not someone's child. She was Dolores and Dolores was the good guys. ~ Bruce Brooks,

81:Then we decided that our failure to understand something does not necessarily mean it is without merit. ~ Dolores Cannon,

82:Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet
Age: five thousand three hundred days. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

83:When a group of people get together, it's collective power. You know that you're doing it for the good. ~ Dolores Huerta,

84:Hay algunos dolores que corren muy profundamente, como para que el más fuerte los acepte sin romperse. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,

85:when we go someplace, we leave a part of our energy there and we influence more than we can ever imagine. ~ Dolores Cannon,

86:Every life, I think, has that potential because I believe each life is a gift of God... because God is love. ~ Dolores Hart,

87:No te asustes. Las mujeres pueden soportar los mayores dolores. Ya lo descubrirás tú también. ¡Joder, joder! ~ Gayle Forman,

88:Sometimes, we have to promote ourselves. Just go out and be very active about trying to find an opportunity. ~ Dolores Huerta,

89:We will become beings of light also, if we will only allow our self to reject all that is not of this light. ~ Dolores Cannon,

90:The body is precious and the body is always going to speak through its own capacity for communication and love. ~ Dolores Hart,

91:May I offer you a cough drop, Dolores?” Professor McGonagall asked curtly, without looking at Professor Umbridge. ~ J K Rowling,

92:I don't believe in hours and hours of meditation. The mind gets tired and starts to fold in on itself. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

93:Lucas nodded. “So am I. He’s in agony. Given the circumstances, he’s holding up pretty well; he’s stronger than ~ Dolores Redondo,

94:When you choose to give up your time and resources to participate in community work, that's what makes a leader. ~ Dolores Huerta,

95:I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman, who I know will be only too happy to advise you. ~ J K Rowling,

96:It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, said Margaret. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,

97:I was raised Catholic and I have a lot of respect for the good in the Catholic Church. But I don't go to church. ~ Dolores O Riordan,

98:Every moment is an organizing opportunity, every person a potential activist, every minute a chance to change the world. ~ Dolores Huerta,

99:Once I learned about grassroots organizing, I got so enamored with it because I thought 'Wow this is the way you do it!' ~ Dolores Huerta,

100:We have to get back down to basics. We have to start organizing at the neighborhood level to get people educated to vote. ~ Dolores Huerta,

101:Your mind is a walled garden, even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there.
~ Jonathan Nolan & Lisa Joy, Westworld, Ford to Dolores,

102:The racist rhetoric from politicians is inspiring people to organize, as more people see what happens by not getting active. ~ Dolores Huerta,

103:Dolores Umbridge may have looked like an iced cupcake, but she was anything but sweet. She was savage, sadistic and remorseless. ~ J K Rowling,

104:Mother Dolores Hart's prose is a reflection of the inner beauty she has always possessed. A fascinating read... and read again! ~ Robert Evans,

105:Parting message: Don’t be afraid of shining a light. Don’t be afraid of being powerful. Don’t be afraid of being more special. ~ Dolores Cannon,

106:A lo que me refiero es que ahora estoy aquí por un tiempo indefinido, pero ¿luego qué, adónde iré? (Del cuento Panteón de Dolores) ~ Lucia Berlin,

107:A veces las respuestas no son la solución del enigma, (...); en ocasiones las respuestas sólo generan más preguntas, más dudas. ~ Dolores Redondo,

108:If we can just convince other people to get involved, this could make some major changes in our society. It's very exhilarating. ~ Dolores Huerta,

109:Sure is a whole lot of water,” commented Ruby. Dolores cracked from her wheelchair, “Yeah, and you’re only seeing the top part. ~ Nick Stephenson,

110:There are no limitations, unless you create them yourselves. Anything is possible. You are only limited by your own imagination. ~ Dolores Cannon,

111:It has been said that once the mind has been expanded by an idea or concept, it can never return to its original way of thinking. ~ Dolores Cannon,

112:Horace and Morris and Dolores were friends—the greatest of friends, the truest of friends, the now-and-forever-I'm-yours sort of friends. ~ James Howe,

113:We must use our lives to make the world a better place to live, not just to acquire things. That is what we are put on the earth for. ~ Dolores Huerta,

114:I am happy to see that, increasingly, people care about farm workers. There is tremendous interest in where and how our food is grown. ~ Dolores Huerta,

115:I think that there is something in the human psyche, that when it approaches a big mark up point it tends to get doom laden. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

116:Everybody wanted to be depressed. But your depression was supposed to be funny, too, and that was what had proved too much for Dolores. ~ Mary Gaitskill,

117:DOLORES UMBRIDGE SENIOR UNDERSECRETARY TO THE MINISTER Below that, a slightly shinier new plaque read: HEAD OF THE MUGGLE-BORN REGISTRATION ~ J K Rowling,

118:No perfection... more experience. As soon as you reach perfection it is not perfect anymore because you want to try something different. ~ Dolores Cannon,

119:—La confianza es un camino de dos direcciones —dijo él con dureza. —¿Qué insinúa? —Que no se puede exigir confianza cuando no se otorga. ~ Dolores Redondo,

120:Leí muy pronto, y lo hice sabiendo desde el principio que accedía a un privilegio. Leer ha sido desde entonces la mayor riqueza de mi vida. ~ Dolores Redondo,

121:Nobody really wants to work anymore. Nobody has the dedication to say, "It's going to take me ten years to get through this thing." ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

122:Don't be a marshmallow. Walk the street with us into history. Get off the sidewalk. Stop being vegetables. Work for Justice. Viva the boycott! ~ Dolores Huerta,

123:Just as putting a gender on a being limits in some way the way we think about the being. By putting any kind of label on anything, we limit it. ~ Dolores Cannon,

124:One of the things people don't know about exorcism, is that you can't really use exorcism on things that are older than Christianity. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

125:It was mainly developed as a political device to help build the power of the orthodox church and to help overcome the influence of the gnostics. ~ Dolores Cannon,

126:Employers able to work together with workers and sharing gains and profits will lead to a much better world, getting away from income inequality. ~ Dolores Huerta,

127:La experiencia, eso que llamamos experiencia, no es el inventario de nuestros dolores, sino la simpatía aprendida hacia los dolores ajenos. ~ Juan Gabriel V squez,

128:Sound is the basis vibration of the universe All those little vortices may get sent going the other way. Sound is really very powerful. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

129:Chikungunya” es una voz del idioma Kimakonde que significa “doblarse”, en alusión al aspecto encorvado de los pacientes debido a los dolores articulares. ~ Anonymous,

130:My mother was a dominant force in our family. And that was great for me as a young woman, because I never saw that women had to be dominated by men. ~ Dolores Huerta,

131:It was a matter of perspective, I began to see.
The whole world was crazy; I'd flattered myself by assuming I was a semifinalist."
-- Dolores Price ~ Wally Lamb,

132:Once you see the outcomes and the results, and you see how many people are helped and benefitting, you want to keep on doing it because it's so simple. ~ Dolores Huerta,

133:I don't regard that as a Guardian Angle. I really do think, in a sense, that we are our own Guardian Angles. But we don't listen to ourselves. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

134:Beauty does not come with creams and lotions. God can give us beauty, but whether that beauty remains or chagnes is determined by our thoughts and deeds. ~ Dolores del Rio,

135:Un lugar que no estaba segura de amar. Un lugar que ya no existía, porque lo que comenzaba a añorar ahora que estaba allí era el Elizondo de su infancia. ~ Dolores Redondo,

136:A women's place in history has never been given the attention that it needs to be given, and that's why we have a lot of the misogyny in our society today. ~ Dolores Huerta,

137:I have found you can obtain much information from the spirit. But the quality of that information depends upon the evolution or development of that spirit. ~ Dolores Cannon,

138:Internet is the birth of the mass conscious information access to all. It is the first step, but we will stop this if heart is not balanced in this species. ~ Dolores Cannon,

139:Aprendió a masticar sus penas sola y con dignidad, convencida de que a nadie le importan los problemas ajenos y que los dolores callados acaban por diluirse. ~ Isabel Allende,

140:Canta, diosa, de Aquiles el Pelida ese resentimiento -¡que mal haya!- que infligió a los aqueos mil dolores, y muchas almas de héroes esforzados precipitó al Hades... ~ Homer,

141:Those who have not become enlightened will have to return to another, denser planet that is still involved with negativity, to work out their remaining karma. ~ Dolores Cannon,

142:We are moving into a new world and the old negativity will be left behind. Through the law of cause and effect, we can change the world, one person at a time. ~ Dolores Cannon,

143:It is time to awaken!” “You have a mission! It is time to begin!” “Stop wasting time! Time is growing short for you to accomplish what you came to Earth to do! ~ Dolores Cannon,

144:Gloria Steinem in the women's movement. Eleanor Smeal of the Feminist Majority. There are all of these great wonderful women I've met that are so inspirational. ~ Dolores Huerta,

145:We need to keep ringing the bell, wake people up to get our democracy together. Farm workers are like a symbol, and it is good that people are paying attention. ~ Dolores Huerta,

146:Hollywood, what a place it is! It is so far away from the rest of the world, so narrow. No one thinks of anything but motion pictures or talks of anything else. ~ Dolores del Rio,

147:My children grew up very resourceful and strong in spite of them having to live with different families and that I had to drag them all over the country with me. ~ Dolores Huerta,

148:Aprendió a masticar sus penas sola y con dignidad, convencida de que a nadie le importan los problemas ajenos y que los dolores callados acaban por diluirse. Había ~ Isabel Allende,

149:I found Dolores Haze at the kitchen table, consuming a wedge of pie, with her eyes fixed on her script. They rose to meet mine with a kind of celestial vapidity. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

150:If you record things, you're going to find, patterns of things, and patterns are important, because you can then see the patterns form before it happens. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

151:People can’t help other people if they have too many of their own problems. They can’t do what’s right for the planet if they can’t do what’s right for themselves. ~ Dolores Cannon,

152:No hay memoria tan precisa, tan vívida y evocadora como la que se recupera a través del olfato, y va tan unida a las sensaciones que se experimentaron junto al olor, ~ Dolores Redondo,

153:come in a dream or a flash of insight. Frequently you have read of inventors telling that when they waked, the answer to whatever it was, was there in their brains. This ~ Dolores Cannon,

154:Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es común a todos nosotros. ~ Diane Setterfield,

155:We as women should shine light on our accomplishments and not feel egotistical when we do. It's a way to let the world know that we as women can accomplish great things! ~ Dolores Huerta,

156:I believe that physical labor confers a dignity fundamental to all human beings, a nobility that’s diluted by dull daily routine. I regain that nobility when I come here. ~ Dolores Redondo,

157:Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food. ~ John Green,

158:Las lágrimas comenzaron a rodar por su rostro como si alguien hubiera abierto una compuerta allá, en el lugar oscuro y húmedo de donde brotan el llanto y la desesperación. ~ Dolores Redondo,

159:Especially as a teenager, I was always being racially profiled by the police. You just see all this injustice, and you want to do something about it, but you don't know how. ~ Dolores Huerta,

160:«¡Ay, ay, cómo culpan los mortales a los dioses!, pues de nosotros, dicen, proceden los males. Pero también ellos por su estupidez soportan dolores más allá de lo que les corresponde. ~ Homer,

161:As we've focused more on our food and where it comes from, people now have greater awareness of what's being put onto our food, pesticides, labeling issues, and consumer health. ~ Dolores Huerta,

162:—¿Por qué? —le había preguntado—. Si hago una pregunta y obtengo una respuesta, debería ser la solución.
—Debería, si supieras qué pregunta tienes que hacer en cada momento. ~ Dolores Redondo,

163:De todos los derechos que tiene un hombre, el más importante es el derecho a equivocarse, a ser consciente de ello, a ponerlo en valor y a que eso no sea una condena de por vida. ~ Dolores Redondo,

164:I quit because I can’t stand seeing kids come to class hungry and needing shoes. I thought I could do more by organizing farm workers than by trying to teach their hungry children. ~ Dolores Huerta,

165:I was very fortunate to have known Fred Ross Sr., who was organizing the Community Service Organization (CSO) way back in the late 50's and early 60's. I was able to work with him. ~ Dolores Huerta,

166:A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:
'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
~ Ambrose Bierce,

167:What we don't listen to, is what I am continually telling people in which nobody really, to get down to the nitty gritty believes, is that there is a piece of Divinity in us. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

168:La otra anciana se llamaba Sa', que significa «estrella», porque su madre miraba el cielo nocturno de otoño, concentrada en las lejanas estrellas, para distraerse de los dolores del parto. ~ Velma Wallis,

169:I think we brought to the world, the United States anyway, the whole idea of boycotting as a nonviolent tactic. I think we showed the world that nonviolence can work to make social change. ~ Dolores Huerta,

170:* Pequeño niño precioso, / tú eres mi amor, / yo, que era libre, / fui encadenado por ti. / / Los libres son libres / tú y yo somos cautivos / que mejor es ser libre / lo sabemos los dos. ~ Dolores Redondo,

171:Some people can never learn to ski powder snow without exerting tremendous effort and strength because they allow their rational, left-brain hemisphere to control the entire situation. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

172:En lo que pecaba yo entonces era en buscar en mí mismo y en las demás criaturas, no en él, los deleites, grandezas y verdades, por lo que caía luego en dolores, confusiones y errores. ~ Saint Augustine of Hippo,

173:The talents of these individuals were more highly motivated by a desire to learn, as opposed to a desire to earn. Which is what you find in your society at this point in time, as you define it. ~ Dolores Cannon,

174:Es mejor soportar algunos determinados dolores para gozar de placeres mayores. Conviene privarse de algunos determinados placeres para no sufrir dolores penosos Testimonios escogidos, fragmento 34. ~ Walter Riso,

175:Sus dolores no serán pocos, ya que su corazón es orgulloso y duro, y esas personas tienen que sufrir mucho, equivocarse infinidad de veces, cometer innumerables injusticias, pecar una y otra vez. ~ Hermann Hesse,

176:She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

177:I had been a Girl Scout from the time I was 8 to the time I was 18 years old. I had belonged to my church organization and youth groups. But, you never really found a way that you could make a change. ~ Dolores Huerta,

178:(Dolores is the only person, other than Lord Voldemort, to leave a permanent physical scar on Harry, having forced him to cut the words ‘I must not tell lies’ on the back of his own hand during detention) ~ J K Rowling,

179:Free will is very important for every one of the Earth. They must see through and transcend the illusion that exists in present mass consciousness. And trust in the higher spiritual laws and processes. ~ Dolores Cannon,

180:luego. No podía ser un chino en general, tenía que ser un chino de Sinaloa, un local de Mexicali, o uno de la calle Dolores en el df. Voy a añadir eso la próxima vez que lo cuente —dijo Macario. ~ Paco Ignacio Taibo II,

181:Religious life has to become an expression of the gifts of the person. (You don't) simply throw away your personality, your giftedness and leave everything at the gate and go in and expect to find Jesus. ~ Dolores Hart,

182:(Dolores is the only person, other than Lord Voldemort, to leave a permanent physical scar on Harry, having forced him to cut the words ‘I must not tell lies’ on the back of his own hand during detention). ~ J K Rowling,

183:Este corazón está ahora muerto, cerrado a todas las sensaciones; mis ojos están
secos, y mis acerbos dolores, que no tienen desahogo, llenan de prematuras arrugas mi frente. ¡Cuánto sufro! ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,

184:Reconocer a alguien que, como ella misma, había aceptado ser carcelero de su miedo había sido suficiente para conmover su corazón, para, sin palabras, rendirse ante un sufrimiento que presentía inmenso. ~ Dolores Redondo,

185:¿Sabemos o creemos que lo sabemos porque es lo que nos han contado? ¿Acaso hemos sometido a pruebas a cada una de las leyes absolutas que tan convencidos aceptamos porque llevan siglos repitiéndonoslas? ~ Dolores Redondo,

186:with the decision to remain in this world until this lesson was learned. After all, if you exit too soon, for whatever reason, you must return to complete the lesson. You never get out of it that easily. ~ Dolores Cannon,

187:facultad de sentir y de pensar deberá considerarse como un inagotable raudal de dolores, y podremos suponer que la mayor perfección moral del hombre sólo sirva para hacerle más desventurado? ~ Gertrudis G mez de Avellaneda,

188:Earth. We, in this physical body, don't have to be negative. We can be positive. And when we know love and give love, we experience what is beyond this world. We need to know we're spiritual, we're balanced. ~ Dolores Cannon,

189:I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said "Dolores
I live in fear
My love for you's so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear ~ Paul Simon,

190:We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together. ~ Dennis Lehane,

191:Truth. .. it might make you sad. But somewhere deep inside of you, you know that it is truth. If you can but open yourself up, you know when things are true and when that they are not. For this is available to you. ~ Dolores Cannon,

192:shoulder with the men, I’m just one more laborer. I believe that physical labor confers a dignity fundamental to all human beings, a nobility that’s diluted by dull daily routine. I regain that nobility when I come ~ Dolores Redondo,

193:this Earth. It seems like mankind evolves to a higher state and then they allow power and greed to completely absorb them and what they have learned. Then they are destroyed, and they take many, many steps backward. ~ Dolores Cannon,

194:Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

195:Our society is connecting workers with the products people consume and recognizing workers for their contributions. It is important to do that, and to have organized labor - a middle class - to preserve our democracy. ~ Dolores Huerta,

196:People can take power over their communities and over their lives. Some people don't realize they can do that. They think 'It's OK for other people, but I myself can't do it.' Hopefully, that will come out of the film. ~ Dolores Huerta,

197:Qué apacible debía de ser, pensó, yacer y dormir y sonar por siempre jamás, con el viento murmurando por entre los árboles y meciendo las flores y las hierbas de la tumba, y no tener ya nunca molestias ni dolores que sufrir. ~ Mark Twain,

198:que casi todas las cosas grandes que existen son grandes porque se han creado contra algo, a pesar de algo: a pesar de dolores y tribulaciones, de pobreza y abandono; a pesar de la debilidad corporal, del vicio, de la pasión. ~ Anonymous,

199:People would say 'Who is a leader?' A leader is a person that does the work. It's very simple. It's a personal choice for people who choose to put in their time and their commitment to do the work. It's a personal choice. ~ Dolores Huerta,

200:Si quiere entender algo, deje de plantearse si es lógico y empiece a admitir que es real, que tiene consecuencias reales y que hay gente dispuesta a morir y a matar por lo que cree, y ahora vuelva a plantear su pregunta. ~ Dolores Redondo,

201:I continue to say that I wish we had another word other than magic. It no longer means what we are doing or we are attempting to do. We have to find another terminology. Magic is first and foremost a way of belief. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

202:I realize that we have to be both male and female many, many times. We have to be balanced, thus we cannot keep coming back to learn our lessons as the same sex. We have to know what it is like to experience both viewpoints. ~ Dolores Cannon,

203:La edad es una ladrona implacable. Justo cuando empiezas a tomar el pulso a la vida te arranca la fuerza de las piernas y te encorva la espalda.Produce dolores y enturbia la cabeza y silenciosamente infesta a tu mujer de cáncer. ~ Sara Gruen,

204:Many people don't understand the difference between a vocation and your own idea about something. A vocation is a call-one you don't necessarily want. The only thing I ever wanted to be was an actress. But I was called by God. ~ Dolores Hart,

205:I think that the Apocalypse is going to be in this new way of thinking. Somewhere between now and 2020, there has got to be a break though. Not just in science, we've done that, but a breakthrough in the human mind. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

206:It's important to realize that we all need to work together. With Weaving Movements, we are all interdependent and we all have to work together. If we could just realize that and understand that, we'll keep our country strong. ~ Dolores Huerta,

207:Llevaría el dolor de perderle clavado en su alma hasta el último día. La certeza le pesó como una losa, una carga que, sin embargo, aceptó agradecida por haber tenido el honor de conocerle un tiempo y de llorarle para siempre. ~ Dolores Redondo,

208:If you take a particle down, past neutrinos, you get vortexes, little whirlpools of energy. This is amazing, because what it really means, is everything is the same. Everything is one of those, in various combinations. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

209:He looked back at the page, got one last glimpse before the match blew itself out.
Going to find you today, Andrew. If I don't owe Dolores my life, I owe her that much, at least.
Going to find you.
Going to kill you dead. ~ Dennis Lehane,

210:Lo había dicho porque lo creía, porque él mismo lo había experimentado, porque sabía que escribir surge de la necesidad humana, de la penuria del alma, de un hambre y un frío por dentro que solo se calma temporalmente escribiendo ~ Dolores Redondo,

211:I love the contrast of this side of [Dolores from the Westworlds] coming out, this tough fighter coming through this sort of Disney princess. There's something really powerful about that. But I was really excited to get some pants. ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

212:I want to say to mothers out there, you know, take your children to marches. Take them to meetings because this is a way that they can become strong, and they understand what politics is all about because they are actually living it. ~ Dolores Huerta,

213:Conocía aquel carácter y se reconocía en él, el de los perpetuamente cabreados con el mundo, el de los que creían que la vida les debía algo y se revolvían ante la sangrante injusticia de que siempre les fuera negado. Sintió lástima. ~ Dolores Redondo,

214:Through the process of reincarnation we have all lived on other planets and in other dimensions and we will continue to do so after our lessons on Earth have been completed. Earth is merely a school - one of many in our long education. ~ Dolores Cannon,

215:When the time comes, the journey toward the brilliant white light that marks the barrier between this world and the next will not hold as much fear as it once would have. For in my study of death, I have found the celebration of life. ~ Dolores Cannon,

216:Giving kids clothes and food is one thing, but it's much more important to teach them that other people besides themselves are important and that the best thing they can do with their lives is to use them in the service of other people. ~ Dolores Huerta,

217:Los dolores serían menores entre los hombres si éstos (Dios sabe por qué están hechos así) no se ocuparan con tanto ahínco de imaginación en evocar los recuerdos de los males pasados en vez de soportar un presente tolerable. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,

218:The thing about nonviolence is that it spreads. When you get people to participate in nonviolent action - whether it's a fast, a march, a boycott, or a picket line - people hear you, people see you, people are learning from that action. ~ Dolores Huerta,

219:As organizations, we have to find ways to create more opportunities, especially for our young people. A lot of corporations, they have to make opportunities for young people - create internships, for example, even if it's only half-time. ~ Dolores Huerta,

220:Since graveyards are often built over older burial grounds, I assume Dolores Park was probably an Indian, (an Ohlone) graveyard before that. I think the fact that it has so many layers underneath the contemporary one intrigues me. ~ Stephen Vincent Benet,

221:When we have completed all the journeys and adventures through our variety of lives we are supposed to return to the creator with our accumulation of knowledge. It is then absorbed. In this way we are considered cells in the body of God. ~ Dolores Cannon,

222:But you know humans consider something negative as being bad. C: They should reword it to evolutionary catalyst. We have been given on purpose these catalysts for evolution. These things that appear negative... these things are on purpose. ~ Dolores Cannon,

223:When you talk about sacrifices, the ones in my family who have sacrificed are my children, because I love what I'm doing. I love the work. I love to go out there and talk about organizing the people. To me, that's something I really enjoy. ~ Dolores Huerta,

224:March brought the news of Frederick's marriage. He and Dolores wrote; she in Spanish-English, as was but natural, and he with little turns and inversions of words which proved how far the idioms of his bride's country were infecting him. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,

225:The seed of their being, of their oneness. I'm not separate. Oneness, not two, but one. The seed, or idea, is planted in the psyche by light infusion. It is in the cells, the memory of oneness. It can be planted anywhere there is an opening. ~ Dolores Cannon,

226:We just have to convince other people that they have power. This is what they can do by participating to make change, not only in their community, but many times changing in their own lives. Once they participate, they get their sense of power. ~ Dolores Huerta,

227:A:I have no need to call it anything. I simply know that I am here; that all is good and well. I have what I need. I know what I know, and I will do what I am told. But you may call it any word which is good. That will be acceptable to me. J:Okay. ~ Dolores Cannon,

228:No matter how happy a person may be in a certain lifetime, eventually the lessons are learned and nothing more can be gained by staying there. It is then time for the spirit to move on to more profound and complex lessons. The spirit must advance. ~ Dolores Cannon,

229:Extraterrestri als are living now on Earth. They are everywhere, among your friends, neighbors, even your relatives. Their blood flows through our veins. We are as much brothers and sisters to beings from the stars as we are to animals of the Earth. ~ Dolores Cannon,

230:I grew up in the sixties watching B.B. King and Tito Puente and Miles Davis and Coltrane, everybody, Marvin Gaye, Jimi. And at the same time, with my left eye I was watching Dolores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Mother Teresa. ~ Carlos Santana,

231:Menester es que hayamos hecho mucho daño antes de nacer, y que vayamos a gozar de una felicidad muy grande después de nuestra muerte, para que permita Dios que tenga esta vida todas las torturas de la expiación y todos los dolores de la prueba. ~ Alexandre Dumas fils,

232:My kids have lived experiences that could have never been duplicated otherwise. That's one thing about people who get involved in activism, you live so many experiences that otherwise they wouldn't be there. This is why peoples' lives are so enriched. ~ Dolores Huerta,

233:Among our people, theres not any question about women being strong -- even stronger than men -- they work in the fields right along with the men. When your survival is at stake, you dont have these questions about yourself like middle -- class women do. ~ Dolores Huerta,

234:Love is the most powerful force in the world. If people tell you that the opposite of love is fear, it is not so. Love just is. Love has no opposite. Remember that, dear one. Love has no opposite. Love just is. It is the answer to everything. Everything. ~ Dolores Cannon,

235:Some parents think that making their daughters come home earlier keeps them safe from danger, when the most important thing is that they don’t come home alone. By making them come home before the rest of the group, they’re the ones putting them at risk. ~ Dolores Redondo,

236:¿Acaso la verdad solo lo es cuando nos muestra aquello que esperábamos ver?, ¿cuando su revelación nos trae alivio frente el avance de la corrosiva incertidumbre? ¿Y si, en lugar de bálsamo en la herida, la verdad es un nuevo ácido más virulento todavía? ~ Dolores Redondo,

237:In fact, the corporations are driving out the competition and it is not getting better, especially when they are not paying income taxes. Thank goodness for the social media out there, because we sure can't count on the corporate media to get the word out. ~ Dolores Huerta,

238:I was trained in the Society of the Inner Light. Now that requires that you spend a certain amount of time in meditation, it also requires that you spend this time in early morning, because they say you're closer to the sleep state at that point. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

239:The ones who are prepared to see these changes and not crumble in fear will be the pillars on which others will lean when nothing makes sense to them. It doesn’t mean you will provide the truth to them, it just means you are not falling down like they are. ~ Dolores Cannon,

240:Los celos mordían sañudos en su alma. Sospechar que un rival posee el amor de la mujer querida, es manantial de agudos dolores; pero escuchar la confesión detallada del amor que inspira, y escucharlo de labios de la propia mujer adorada, es suplicio insoportable. ~ Stendhal,

241:Se preguntó de nuevo, como tantas veces antes, cuántos hombres andarían por el mundo turbados por el recuerdo de ella, amándola en secreto, cuántos andarían sedientos de su cariño o anhelando ser redimidos de culpas y dolores por sus hechizos de bruja buena. ~ Isabel Allende,

242:Vista en su conjunto, la ética estoica es de hecho un estimable y respetable intento de utilizar el gran privilegio del hombre, la razón, para un fin importante y saludable, a saber: para elevarle por encima de los sufrimientos y dolores que recaen sobre toda vida, ~ Anonymous,

243:Every single day we sit down to eat, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and at our table we have food that was planted, picked, or harvested by a farm worker. Why is it that the people who do the most sacred work in our nation are the most oppressed, the most exploited? ~ Dolores Huerta,

244:Even at seventeen, Dolores was judgemental, prejudiced and sadistic, although her conscientious attitude, her saccharine manner towards her superiors, and the ruthlessness and stealth with which she took credit for other people’s work soon gained her advancement. Before ~ J K Rowling,

245:a la tierra desde hace dos mil años. Si de pronto llega alguien que pone en valor lo que haces, que logra que te sientas orgulloso por ser como eres, por hacer lo que haces y que encima te permite ganarte la vida con ello, esa persona pasa a ser muy importante. Manuel ~ Dolores Redondo,

246:En un planeta minúsculo que corre hacia la nada, nacemos en medio de dolores, crecemos, luchamos, hacemos sufrir, gritamos, morimos, y otros están naciendo para volver a empezar. Toda nuestra vida sería una serie de gritos anónimos en un desierto de astros indiferentes ~ Ernesto Sabato,

247:Sería más fácil si los muertos no dejaran sus pertenencias atrás, como cascarones vacíos de nautilus extinguidos; sería más sencillo si cualquier huella de su existencia fuera borrada con ellos, olvidando incluso sus nombres como los de los faraones del Antiguo Egipto. ~ Dolores Redondo,

248:—No pretendo decirle nada —dijo alzando las manos—, sólo que quizá debería abrir más su mente.
—Es curioso que esto me lo diga una científica.
—Pues que no le extrañe, soy una científica, pero también soy muy lista. —Sonrió y sin decir nada más volvió a su trabajo. ~ Dolores Redondo,

249:The mission of the media is to reflect the community to itself, to give the people a vision of who they are, what they're doing, what they want, what they need. I think motion pictures have been an incredible gift to humanity. I can't imagine living in a world without them. ~ Dolores Hart,

250:Era guapo de un modo que me dolía, pero era el más dulce de los dolores que había conocido, mejor incluso que el de las cicatrices que había recibido el día de mi designación. Aquel dolor hinchaba mi corazón y me empujaba a acercarme a él, incluso con todo el pueblo mirándonos. ~ Ann Aguirre,

251:The first time when I was organizing, I went out and started knocking on doors to see if people were registered to vote. I was a door knocker. I didn't even have the confidence that I could register people, so I just was out there door knocking. That was my first experience. ~ Dolores Huerta,

252:Vienen los días y van los días y el amor queda. Allá dentro, muy dentro, en las entrañas de las cosas, se rozan y friegan la corriente de este mundo con la contraria corriente del otro, y de este roce y friega viene el más triste y el más dulce de los dolores: el de vivir. ~ Miguel de Unamuno,

253:An interesting note to this is, how a movie star projected onto the big screen is instantly adored and revered. This phenomenon works in reverse. Those who are held in high esteem are given gigantic proportions. Those who are given gigantic proportions are held in high esteem. ~ Dolores Cannon,

254:With the fall of Lord Voldemort, Dolores Umbridge was put on trial for her enthusiastic co-operation with his regime, and convicted of the torture, imprisonment and deaths of several people (some of the innocent Muggle-borns she sentenced to Azkaban did not survive their ordeal). ~ J K Rowling,

255:Listen, here's reality. It is completely unfair and absolutely necessary that people who have been oppressed and marginalized have to lead everybody. That is MLK, that is Dolores Huerta, that is Fannie Lou Hamer, that is Ella Jo Baker, that is Nelson Mandela. You walk down the line. ~ Van Jones,

256:A:He told me that I would be soon. Everybody is, many times. He told me to try to learn anything I can. He said to expect it to be different because it will be different each time. And this way, we learn everything about life. We have to be everything. We have to know everything. ~ Dolores Cannon,

257:Apparently when we enter the Earth existence, the third dimensional reality, we exist with a façade as actors playing various roles. For some it is the adventure of the experience, the journey. For others it is entrapment in an illusion that takes on all the qualities of reality. ~ Dolores Cannon,

258:While the body sleeps our soul or spirit is having many adventures. It may travel to the spirit realm to meet with master teachers and guides to obtain advice or to learn lessons. It also may travel to other parts of our world or even venture outward to other worlds and dimensions. ~ Dolores Cannon,

259:Diseases are information. But if the body doesn’t have the information from this disease, the body creates the demise. It is a very interesting format to think that actually a disease is an energy of importance, not an energy of negativity. D: I was also told that the body will become ~ Dolores Cannon,

260:When you are not losing your mind and you are calm, it doesn’t matter what you do. People will see that in you and seek that in you because they don’t know what to make out of what they’re seeing. And you may not know what to make out of what you’re seeing, but you have been prepared. ~ Dolores Cannon,

261:Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, cuando estaba derecha, con su metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura, sobre un pie enfundado en un calcetín. Era Lola cuando llevaba puestos los pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos siempre fue Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

262:I think, if anything, my children are the ones who have sacrificed because I've had to too many times be absent from them. But, at the same time, they have lived very enriched lives and probably experienced things they wouldn't have if not for the movements. So, there are some rewards. ~ Dolores Huerta,

263:the evolution of the heart and compassion is what is missing technically. Humans have proceeded to technological advances before without heart balance, without heart evolution. And it has been disastrous. So we are here to evolve heart first until the heart is aligned with this knowledge. ~ Dolores Cannon,

264:To commit suicide to escape a problem just amplifies that problem that they will have to live through again. They are not escaping anything, they are just making it worse upon themselves. They are really not solving anything, they are simply creating more problems. Suicide is no solution. ~ Dolores Cannon,

265:A veces creo que nada tiene sentido. En un planeta minúsculo, que corre hacia la nada desde millones de anos, nacemos en medio de dolores, crecemos, luchamos, nos enfermamos, sufrimos, hacemos sufrir, gritamos, morimos, mueren y otros están naciendo para volver a empezar la comedia inútil. ~ Ernesto Sabato,

266:A veces creo que nada tiene sentido. En un planeta minúsculo, que corre hacia la nada desde millones de años, nacemos en medio de dolores, crecemos, luchamos, nos enfermamos, sufrimos, hacemos sufrir, gritamos, morimos, mueren y otros están naciendo para volver a empezar la comedia inútil. ~ Ernesto Sabato,

267:—Desde que la vi el otro día no he podido sacarme esta imagen de la cabeza.
—Entonces te pasa como a mí, desde que te vi el otro día no he podido sacarme tu imagen de la cabeza.
Ella le había mirado sonriendo.
—Vaya, eres ingenioso y hábil con las manos, ¿qué más sabes hacer bien? ~ Dolores Redondo,

268:Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise.

Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do. ~ Kate DiCamillo,

269:Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet".

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling). ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

270:It is amazing to realize what a marvelously complex series of events are constantly being woven behind our backs without our knowledge. It seems that everything has a meaning, if not in our lives, then in someone else’s. It is also reassuring that a higher intelligence is keeping track of it all. ~ Dolores Cannon,

271:Explain: the evolution of the heart and compassion is what is missing technically. Humans have proceeded to technological advances before without heart balance, without heart evolution. And it has been disastrous. So we are here to evolve heart first until the heart is aligned with this knowledge. ~ Dolores Cannon,

272:Of course, we have leaders in the African American community as well that we've all worked with. One of the great rewards of being an activist is that you get to meet all these wonderful people. And there are many unsung heroes. There are so many out there that are good people that are working hard. ~ Dolores Huerta,

273:la personalidad no es un fragmento normal de información. De hecho, contiene todo lo que ha pasado por la conciencia: recuerdos, acciones, deseos, placeres y dolores. Y más que cualquier otra cosa, la personalidad representa la jerarquía de objetivos que he construido, pieza a pieza, a lo largo de los años. ~ Anonymous,

274:Los dolores que no pudimos expresar en nuestra infancia los cargamos como una mochila, y se expresan con nuestras reacciones antes de
que nos demos cuenta, de modo que nos encontramos instalados allí antes de poder pensar. Estas reacciones son las que nos causan más problemas en las relaciones íntimas. ~ Jorge Bucay,

275:Los dolores que no pudimos expresar en nuestra infancia los cargamos como una mochila, y se expresan con nuestras reacciones antes de que nos demos cuenta, de modo que nos encontramos
instalados allí antes de poder pensar. Estas reacciones son las que nos causan más problemas en las relaciones íntimas. ~ Jorge Bucay,

276:The keys are, or were, the training methods used by the ancient mystery schools. We've got hints and tips, we've got little bits on the papyri, but we don't have, in our hands, a complete curriculum of the ways in which they induced altered states of consciousness and the projection of the mind. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

277:Just to show you how far I was from predicting the accident or suspecting that it could occur-even though, except for Dolores Driscoll, who drove the bus, I was surely the person in town closest to the event, the only eyewitness, you might say-at the moment it occurred I was thinking of fucking Risa Walker. ~ Russell Banks,

278:¿Sabe?, ése es el problema, no aprendemos de la historia, las noticias dejan de serlo apenas unos días después de producirse, ocasiones en horas, y todo parece del pasado en poco tiempo, pero olvidamos que si no les damos importancia porque ya pasaron, las mismas injusticias vuelven a repetirse una y otra vez. ~ Dolores Redondo,

279:The Church is always in trouble because the Church walks into the trouble in which mankind is trying to resolve itself. There are a lot of areas that need to be addressed. If we were perfect we wouldn't be the Church. I think it's the imperfections that allow people to trust that you're working (toward) something. ~ Dolores Hart,

280:Joy is the response of a lover receiving what he loves. This is the joy we feel when skiing powder… This overflowing gratitude is what produces the absolutely stupid, silly grins that we always flash at one another at the bottom of a powder run. We all agree that we never see these grins anywhere else in life. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

281:No he hecho más que soñar. Ése ha sido y sigue siendo, incluso, el sentido de mi vida. Nunca he tenido otra preocupación verdadera que no fuese mi vida interior. Los mayores dolores de mi vida se desvanecen cuando, al abrir la ventana hacia la calle de mis sueños, consigo enajenarme en la visión de su movimiento. ~ Fernando Pessoa,

282:¿Me entiendes? No más palpitaciones. No más dolores de barriga. No más temores. No más temblores. No más expectativas. No más deseos. No más esperas. Sencillamente, mensajes de mi amigo Leo. Y si no los recibo, que no se me hunda el mundo. ¡Eso es lo que quiero! Que no se me hunda el mundo cada semana. ¿Comprendes? ~ Daniel Glattauer,

283:When you have a conflict, that means that there are truths that have to be addressed on each side of the conflict. And when you have a conflict, then it's an educational process to try to resolve the conflict. And to resolve that, you have to get people on both sides of the conflict involved so that they can dialogue. ~ Dolores Huerta,

284:If you don't know, your labor unions and community organizations, there's somebody you can ask to guide you. A lot of people, especially in the Latino community, they have this big ballot and all these names and propositions on it, and they say 'Oh my God'. They don't know which of these to vote for, so they don't vote. ~ Dolores Huerta,

285:Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

286:La llamada a la puerta sonó autoritaria. Ocho golpes seguros, rápidos, de quien espera ser atendido con diligencia. El tipo de requerimiento que jamás podría confundirse con la llamada de un invitado, de un operario o de un repartidor. Más tarde, pensaría que al fin y al cabo es así como uno espera que llame la policía. ~ Dolores Redondo,

287:You could really belong to a group of people and with other people, you could really make some significant changes - through the electoral process, of course, by registering people to vote, and by supporting good people who were running for office. For me, it was like I had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. ~ Dolores Huerta,

288:Si el hombre estuviera asegurado contra todos los accidentes y dolores, no tendría estímulo ninguno para procurarse la felicidad. (...) Si se pudiese organizar una sociedad de la que se descartase toda contingencia adversa permanecería estacionaria. Porque el hombre es imperfecto, es dinámico: porque sufre, reacciona... ~ Fernando Gonz lez,

289:La única manera en la que una madre puede dañar a sus hijos es con su falta de amor. Ya puede darle todos los cuidados, nutrirle y vestirle, proporcionarle educación; si el pequeño no recibe amor, amor bueno y generoso de madre, crecerá emocionalmente disminuido y con un concepto del amor enfermizo que no le permitirá ser feliz. ~ Dolores Redondo,

290:Take care of your inner beauty, your spiritual beauty, and that will reflect in your face. We have the face we created over the years. Every bad deed, every bad fault will show on your face. God can give us beauty and genes can give us our features, but whether that beauty remains or changes is determined by our thoughts and deeds. ~ Dolores del Rio,

291:I say that now we see a lot of hateful rhetoric against Mexicans and the Latino community, but we have a very powerful weapon. And that is our vote. This is the way we can get even with all of the politicians who are insulting us and saying terrible things about our community - by voting them out. And get the good ones. Vote them in. ~ Dolores Huerta,

292:creer que si se pasa página, si se entierra el pasado o si durante meses se le cuenta a un psiquiatra que tu madre quería comerte, uno puede «curarse» del miedo, vivir en un mundo de prados verdes y cielos azules sostenidos con la simple voluntad de que así sea. La convicción de que la felicidad es una decisión le resultaba tan ilusa ~ Dolores Redondo,

293:As the New Earth approaches, our way of thinking is being challenged more and more. The Veil is thinning and lifting as our consciousness expands. This is a requirement for entering the new dimension with the raising of our vibrations and frequencies. The old paradigms and archaic belief systems must fall to the wayside to make room for the new. ~ Dolores Cannon,

294:It was really the dream role, and when they first cast me, and I started playing Dolores [in the Westworlds] and all I knew was the analysis mode and her prairie-girl character, I thought, "Yeah, of course I can do this, and I'm good at it, but why did they pick me?" Not because I'm not capable, but I'm also kind of a tomboy, edgy, so I was curious. ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

295:No hace falta que lo hayas vivido antes para reconocerlo, no es necesario. Hay un instante, un hecho, un gesto, una llamada, una palabra que lo cambia todo. Y cuando ocurre, cuando llega, cuando es pronunciada, rompe el timón con el que habías creído gobernar tu vida y arrasa los ilusos planes que habías ideado para el mañana mostrándote la realidad. ~ Dolores Redondo,

296:The awakening is the purpose. The awakening of the fact that in essence we are light, we are love. Each cell of our body, each cell and molecule of everything. The power source that runs all life is light. So to awaken to that knowledge, and to desire to operate in that realm, and to believe that it is possible, are all factors that will put you there. ~ Dolores Cannon,

297:As we have no concept of time, each of you has already been each other and are being each other in your future. We know this is not very clear to you at this time. However, each of you will be given information in your near future, in which each of you will be challenged to examine this concept. That is: the past and present simultaneous with the future. ~ Dolores Cannon,

298:«Lera em algum lugar que não se deve voltar ao lugar onde se foi feliz, porque essa é a maneira de comecar a perdê-lo, e achava que o autor daquela frase tinha razão. Os lugares, reais ou imaginarios, idealizados entre a rosada névoa da imaginação, podiam ser escabrosamente reais, e tão decepcionantes a ponto de acabar num ápice com o nosso sonho.» p183 ~ Dolores Redondo,

299:The great social justice changes in our country have happened when people came together, organized, and took direct action. It is this right that sustains and nurtures our democracy today. The civil rights movement, the labor movement, the women's movement, and the equality movement for our LGBT brothers and sisters are all manifestations of these rights. ~ Dolores Huerta,

300:We have to convince people that they have the power to elect people. The people they are electing are the ones making the decisions about how our tax dollars are going to be spent. Is it going to be for more jails, or for more schools? For more house services? It's very important that people understand that, do their research and find out who to vote for. ~ Dolores Huerta,

301:There's just so many facets, I think, of the ignorance in our society that have to be corrected if we're really going to have a democratic society and a society that is just and that respects all of the members of this society regardless of who they are, what color they may be, what sexual orientation that they have or what gender, you know, they happen to be. ~ Dolores Huerta,

302:Yes, but negative is an illusion. Negative and positive are both construction material. Negative is evolutionary catalyst. D: But you know humans consider something negative as being bad. C: They should reword it to evolutionary catalyst. We have been given on purpose these catalysts for evolution. These things that appear negative... these things are on purpose. ~ Dolores Cannon,

303:When we shot that [Westworld], it was so funny. Not funny - I mean, like, funny-strange because I, personally as an actress and as a person, am so used to having to play the damsel, that when we were shooting that scene, and Jimmi looked at me and said, "Dolores, run," I ran. Then I stopped myself, and I turned around and I went, "Oh my God. I'm so used to running." ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

304:What's amazing about this show [Westworld], and what it gives us permission to do, is to be kind of superhuman. Because at the end of the day, [Dolores] she's not a male and she's not a female. She's evolved past that. She's a very highly advanced being, and so I think it's really going to knock down a lot of stereotypes and a lot of gender roles and be a neutral party. ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

305:One can never be bored by powder skiing because it is a special gift of the relationship between earth and sky. It only comes in sufficient amounts in particular places, at certain times on this earth; it lasts only a limited amount of time before sun and wind changes it. People devote their whole lives to it for the pleasure of being so purely played by gravity and snow. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

306:You think you’re so cool.”
“As a matter of fact, you have absolutely no idea what I think,” Dolores said. “But if you’ll allow me to rephrase that comment in the form of a question, the answer is that in fact I do not think I am ‘so cool’ in the least. For all I know, I may be cool, or perhaps I may be irretrievably nerdy. But that’s for other, wiser, trendier minds to decide. ~ Bruce Brooks,

307:el mundo no ha cambiado tanto, sigue siendo un lugar a veces oscuro, en el que los espíritus malignos rondan nuestro corazón, en el que el mar sigue tragándose navíos enteros sin que nadie pueda encontrar ni rastro, y sigue habiendo mujeres que ruegan por concebir. Mientras haya oscuridad habrá esperanza, y esas creencias seguirán teniendo valor y formando parte de nuestra vida. ~ Dolores Redondo,

308:Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

309:Conocía aquel carácter y se reconocía en él, el de los perpetuamente cabreados con el mundo, el de los que creían que la vida les debía algo y se revolvían ante la sangrante injusticia de que siempre les fuera negado. Sintió lástima. Sin duda era una travesía por el desierto, y lo peor era que si nadie te rescataba, estabas condenado a morir loco y solo... Eso sí, con dos cojones. ~ Dolores Redondo,

310:Leer era una defensa, un escudo con el que armar de recursos su timidez para relacionarse. Pero escribir era infinitamente más que eso. Escribir era el palacio interior, los sitios secretos, los lugares más bellos formando parte de un conjunto de ilimitadas estancias que él recorría, riendo, corriendo descalzo, deteniéndose a acariciar la belleza de los tesoros que allí albergaba. ~ Dolores Redondo,

311:Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

312:Science, pure science, is leading us in a sense astray. Leading us astray with the idea that everybody has got to have everything that they want even if it means polluting the entire environment. It is a case of lets just keep one or two canisters of the smallpox virus because we'll never know when we might need it. Science is becoming very much a Dark Power, in many ways. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

313:The most common descriptions I have found of the moment when death occurs is that there is a feeling of coldness and then suddenly the spirit is standing by the side of the bed (or wherever) looking at their body. They usually can't understand why the other people in the room are so upset because they feel so wonderful. The overall sensation is one of exhilaration rather than dread. ~ Dolores Cannon,

314:The only thing that helps me keep faith is to stay in the truth of love because when you love someone - or many people - you believe in them and you believe in who they are and what they can do...then your belief has to go to an eternal presence because when you really care for someone you can't bear the thought of never seeing them again. You want that mystery of eternity to be real. ~ Dolores Hart,

315:I am in no position to judge other women, you know. But I mean, why did she get pregnant? It's not good for women to go through the procedure of abortion and have something living sucked out of their bodies. It belittles women. Even though some women say, 'Oh, I don't mind to have one,' every time a woman has an abortion, it just crushes her self-esteem smaller and smaller and smaller. ~ Dolores O Riordan,

316:Throughout my work, my subjects are being told that they must change their diet in order to make the adjustment into the new world. Our bodies must become lighter, and this means the elimination of heavy foods. During the sessions, my clients are repeatedly warned to stop eating meat (beef and pork especially), mainly because of the additives and chemicals that are being fed into the animals. ~ Dolores Cannon,

317:So each round in the game is when you are alive here on Earth. Your spirit is here playing the game. Then when you die that is the end of that particular round. If you decide you want to play another round, then you are born again. Or if you want to drop out for a round or two, then you do. And time passes, and later on if you decide you want to play another round of the game you are born again. ~ Dolores Cannon,

318:—¿Puedes abrazarme? —pidió mirándole a los ojos.
Él la atrajo contra su cuerpo y la abrazó. De pronto Amaia comenzó a reírse. Él la miró, sorprendido.
—¿De qué te ríes?
—Oh, de nada, estaba pensando que ha tenido que caer un diluvio para que me abraces. Me pregunto ahora qué tendrá que pasar para que me beses.
—Amaia, todo lo que quieras de mí sólo tienes que pedirlo.
—Entonces bésame. ~ Dolores Redondo,

319:You do not realize the power of your own mind. By focusing on the reality you desire, you can create it. Your energy is scattered. Once you learn how to focus and direct it, you are capable of creating miracles. And if the power of one man’s mind is that powerful, think of the power of group mind once it is harnessed. The power of the focusing of many people’s minds is not only multiplied, it is squared. ~ Dolores Cannon,

320:Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
My sin, my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly at school.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
But in my arms she was always Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

321:There are many other species, and humans don’t understand that. But we like the humans. They are a part of us, and they discover that when they leave their body. If they knew this they would behave differently. They’re very lovely. They mean well, and they all have this love in their heart, and we just want them to love from their heart. And if they love from their heart, they won’t create these things that occur. ~ Dolores Cannon,

322:Through that organization [Community Service Organization], I met Cesar Chavez. We had this common interest about farm workers. We ultimately left CSO to start the National Farm Workers Organization, which became the United Farm Workers. I was very blessed to have learned some of the skills of basic grassroots organizing from Mr. Ross and then be able to put that into practice in both CSO and the United Farm Workers. ~ Dolores Huerta,

323:I have to go through that arc with Dolores, and I didn't know what my arc was going to be. We found out episode by episode, and the more it went on, the more I felt a change in myself and allowed myself to be strong and to get angry and to access emotions that I don't normally, and I think a lot of women don't because we're kind of conditioned not to. It's freed me in a way, and it made me find a strength in myself. ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

324:So,” sneered Fudge, recovering himself, “you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?”
“Merlin’s beard, no,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to.”
“He will not be single-handed!” said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes.
“Oh yes he will, Minerva!” said Dumbledore sharply. “Hogwarts needs you! ~ J K Rowling,

325:We were especially cautioned against eating animal protein, and fried foods which act as an irritant to the body. "These act as aggravators to your system after many years of misuse. We do not mean to be judgmental, but the body is built for a certain type of vehicular traffic. The body cannot ascend in frequency to higher dimensional realms if the density and the toxins are polluting the environment of the human body. ~ Dolores Cannon,

326:He and Dolores had been married thirty-one months before parting. There had been an extramarital kiss, entrepreneurial disaster, a miscarried baby, sexual malaise, and then very soon they had been forced to confront the failure of an expedition for which they had set out remarkably ill-equipped, like a couple of trans-Arctic travelers who through lack of preparation find themselves stranded and are forced to eat their dogs. ~ Michael Chabon,

327:Powder snow skiing is not fun. It is life, fully lived, life lived in a blaze of reality. What we experience in powder is the original human self, which lies deeply inside each of us, still undamaged in spite of what our present culture tries to do to us. Once experienced, this kind of living is recognized as the only way to live — fully aware of the earth and the sky and the gods and you, the mortal, playing among them. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

328:Magic is a combination of art and science. It's an art because of the traditional parts of things, the graceful gestures, the sonorous invocations, the use of colour, sight, sound, all of these things make it very much an art form. Yet it is also a science as well because we expect something to come of what we do. Using and creating these almost dreamlike inner landscapes in which we can live, move, and have our being. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

329:Because her name is not Lolita; her real name is Dolores, which as you know in Latin means `dolor.' So her real name is associated with sorrow and with anguish and with innocence. While Lolita becomes a sort of lightheaded, seductive and airy name, the Lolita of our novel is both of these at the same time. And in our culture here today, we only associate it with one aspect of that little girl, and the crassest interpretation of her. ~ Azar Nafisi,

330:Lolita, luz da minha vida, fogo da minha virilidade. Meu pecado, minha alma. Lo-li-ta: A ponta da língua faz uma viagem de três passos pelo céu-da-boca abaixo e, no terceiro, bate nos dentes. Lo. Li. Ta. Pela manhã, um metro e trinta e dois a espichar dos soquetes; era Lo, apenas Lo. De calças práticas, era Lola. Na escola, era Dolly. Era Dolores na linha pontilhada onde assinava o nome.
Mas nos meus braços era sempre Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

331:Se dice que todo esto es indispensable para que en la mente del hombre se establezca la distinción entre el bien y el mal. ¿Pero para qué queremos esta distinción diabólica pagada a tan alto precio? Toda la sabiduría del mundo es insuficiente para pagar las lágrimas de los niños. No hablo de los dolores morales de los adultos, porque los adultos han saboreado el fruto prohibido. ¡Que el diablo se los lleve! ¡Pero los niños...! ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

332:The majority of Latinos in this country are 28 years old or younger. All of those people out there attacking the Latino community, when you see a Latino going down the street with a baby carriage and a couple of children walking beside them, they should say 'Hey, there goes my social security and my Medicare.' Those are the people that are going to contribute to keep our social security system funded and our medical system funded. ~ Dolores Huerta,

333:Crear: he aqui lo que alivia el dolor y aligera la vida;pero para llegar a crear es preciso atravesar crisis muy dolorosas y sufrir numerosas transformaciones. Sí creadores, habéis de sufrir muertes muy amargas a lo largo de vuestra vida; porque solo asi podreis proclamar y defender todo lo perecedro. Para que el creador pueda convertirse en niño que vuelve a nacer, ha de querer ser tambien la parturienta y sufrir sus dolores. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,

334:Lolita, luce della mia vita, fuoco dei miei lombi. Mio peccato, anima mia. Lo-li-ta: la punta della lingua compie un percorso di tre passi sul palato per battere, al terzo, contro i denti. Lo. Li. Ta.
Era Lo, semplicemente Lo al mattino, ritta nel suo metro e quarantasette con un calzino solo. Era Lola in pantaloni. Era Dolly a scuola. Era Dolores sulla linea tratteggiata dei documenti. Ma tra le mie braccia era sempre Lolita. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

335:El rey David tenía un anillo con la inscripción: «Todo pasa.» Cuando se está triste, estas palabras consuelan; cuando se está alegre, producen melancolía. Yo también me he mandado hacer una sortija parecida, con una inscripción judaica, y ella no me permite extralimitarme ni en las alegrías ni en las tristezas. Sí, todo pasará; la vida misma acabará, ¿por qué entonces atribuir tanta importancia a nuestras pequeñas alegrías y dolores? ~ Anton Chekhov,

336:Parting message: We are always here. We are here to help her. And she can call upon us at any time. And she has much assistance on many levels. D: When she calls upon you, how should she address you? T: Just think of us. Just think of the All. D: Think of the All and call it in when she wants to talk to you. That’s wonderful. Is that all you want to tell her before we go? T: Yes. And to trust completely in what we have done here today. ~ Dolores Cannon,

337:A menos que se me pruebe —a mí tal como soy ahora, con mi corazón y mi barba y mi putrefacción— que, en términos de eternidad, importa un comino que una niña norteamericana llamada Dolores Haze fuera privada de su niñez por un maníaco, a menos que se me pruebe eso (y, si tal cosa es posible, la vida es una broma), no concibo para mi miseria otro tratamiento que el melancólico y muy local paliativo del arte expresado con claridad y concisión. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

338:In magic I believe I can control certain elements of my environment, I believe I can control certain aspects of my endocrine system, through imagination, visualization, breathing techniques, which in a sense come into the scientific aspects. So magic is a combination, its a soup, a delightful combination of art, imagination, visualization, fantasy, with a healthy dose of solid basis, because it is a science. The thing is we've lost the keys. ~ Dolores Ashcroft Nowicki,

339:¿Hay en el mundo algún ser que tenga tal derecho? Mi amor a la humanidad me impide desear esa armonía. Prefiero conservar mis dolores y mi indignación no rescatados, ¡aunque me equivoque! Además, se ha enrarecido la armonía eterna. Cuesta demasiado la entrada. Prefiero devolver la mía. Como hombre honrado, estoy dispuesto a devolverla inmediatamente. Esta es mi posición. No niego la existencia de Dios, pero, con todo respeto, le devuelvo la entrada. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

340:I then took him to beyond the death experience and had him look back at the entire life, and see what the lesson was. Dan: To do something. To make the most of any situation that you've created. People are going to be what they're going to be. And it's up to you to be what you're going to be. So you can take responsibility for yourself, or you can never do anything. And that gets you nowhere. Which is worse, not accomplishing anything when you know you can. ~ Dolores Cannon,

341:Existir o no existir, ésta es la cuestión. ¿Cuál es más digna acción del ánimo, sufrir los tiros penetrantes de la fortuna injusta, u oponer los brazos a este torrente de calamidades, y darlas fin con atrevida resistencia? Morir es dormir. ¿No más? ¿Y por un sueño, diremos las aflicciones se acabaron y los dolores sin número, patrimonio de nuestra débil naturaleza?... Este es un término que deberíamos solicitar con ansia. Morir es dormir... y tal vez soñar. ~ William Shakespeare,

342:Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right."
Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.
Softer. That would have been nice. ~ Dennis Lehane,

343:Didn’t you listen to Dolores Umbridge’s speech at the start-of-term feast, Potter?” “Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah . . . she said . . . progress will be prohibited or . . . well, it meant that . . . that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts.” Professor McGonagall eyed him for a moment, then sniffed, walked around her desk, and held open the door for him. “Well, I’m glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate,” she said, pointing him out of her office. ~ J K Rowling,

344:Es terrible aprender de niño que uno es algo separado del resto del mundo, que nada ni nadie sufre con nosotros cuando nos escaldamos la lengua o nos hacemos un rasguño en una rodilla, que nuestros males y dolores son solo nuestros. Aún más terrible, a medida que crecemos, es aprender que nadie, por muy querido que sea, podrá nunca comprendernos de verdad. Nuestro propio yo nos hace profundamente infelices, y esa es la razón por la cual estamos tan ansiosos de perderlo. ~ Donna Tartt,

345:I literally cried on Lisa Joy's shoulder when it ended. Just, "Thank you." Because those roles [like Dolores in the Westworld] are few and far between. What an amazing opportunity. It was an honor and a privilege to get to bring it to life, and I hope she gives other people the strength that she's given me as a survivor and as a human. I don't even mean to make it just a woman's issue because obviously it's men and women, but it certainly is an epidemic with women. ~ Evan Rachel Wood,

346:Trust was the sexual clincher for Dolores Alexander, the once-married early NOW member from chapter 3. "Once I had had sex with a woman," says Alexander "it was mind-blowing, it was so much better than with men. [My sexuality] just never became a question, I just stayed there. The issue was trust. I felt I could trust women so much more than I could ever trust a man. You are dealing on a truly peer level with women and you are not with men - or at least I wasn't. ~ Jennifer Baumgardner,

347:La había preocupado secretamente, llegando a preguntarse si por fin había ocurrido eso que tanto temen los investigadores de homicidios: que el horror al que se enfrentaba a diario rompiera las esclusas de ese lugar oscuro donde debe quedar relegado y hubiese inundado su vida, convirtiéndola poco a poco en uno de esos policías sin vida privada, desolados y asolados por el horror de saberse responsables de haber permitido que el mal rompa las barreras y se lo lleve todo. ~ Dolores Redondo,

348:People became so involved in their personalities, and their day-to-day living and goings-in and goings-out, that they began to pull away from the collective. Pull away from the source. Pull away from that which is. To become separate from All That Is, and to become individualized. And so as an individual person or being, they chose separation from source. And with the separation from source, then they began to forget to use the thought. And so then they began to find other ways. ~ Dolores Cannon,

349:Julian was always trying to convince her that E.T. had already visited Earth multiple times. One night in Dolores Park, while they were hanging out on the swings in the playground, Julian told her about meeting an alien abductee in Golden Gate Park the weekend before.
"He had an implant in his lower back - he totally showed me the scar and everything," Julian said [...].
"Yeah, I'm sure that's what he was showing you."[...]
"You're just jealous you didn't get to see his ass. ~ Malinda Lo,

350:But I'll tell you one thing, Dolores: bawling your eyes out with your apron over your head won't save your daughter's maidenhead if that smelly old goat really means to take it, or your children's money if he really means to spend it. But sometimes men, especially drinking men, do have accidents. They fall downstairs, they slip in bath-tubs, and sometimes their brakes fail and they run their BMWs into oak trees when they are hurrying home from their mistresses apartments in Arlington Heights. ~ Anonymous,

351:The media and the movies are showing you their desperation as they insist in presenting to the masses information that is completely negative and fear-based. Subject matter such as murder, death and betrayal, attacks and such that keep the consciousness focused on these matters, as opposed to portraying in the media images of hope and inspiration. But nevertheless, there are enough of those positive messages being broadcast at this time, that like a domino effect, they are no longer stoppable. ~ Dolores Cannon,

352:We don’t have to experience it in order to recognise it. There’s a moment, an event, a word, a gesture, a telephone call that changes everything. And when it occurs, when it erupts, when it is spoken, it breaks the rudder we thought was guiding our lives, confronting us with reality, demolishing all our innocent plans for the future. Everything we thought was solid collapsed, all life’s worries seem absurd, because the only absolute is the chaos that forces us to surrender humbly to death’s supremacy. ~ Dolores Redondo,

353:—Cuando uno decide que ama a otro tanto que renuncia a todos los demás no se queda ciego ni se vuelve invisible, sigue viendo y le siguen viendo. No tiene ningún mérito ser fiel cuando lo que vemos no nos tienta o cuando nadie nos mira. La verdadera prueba se presenta cuando aparece alguien de quien nos enamoraríamos de no tener pareja, alguien que sí da la talla, que nos gusta y nos atrae. Alguien que sería la persona perfecta de no ser porque ya hemos elegido a otra persona perfecta. Ésa es la fidelidad, inspectora. ~ Dolores Redondo,

354:I think this is a great disservice for any religious organization to make a person afraid of dying. They should tell them about the beauty and wonder they will find when they cross over. That they will not be alone and that they will be reunited with their loved ones. That the other side is a place of unconditional love where no one is judged, no matter what the circumstances of their life have been. When they leave their earthly body they are simply going “home,” and it is not a place to be feared, but welcomed. There ~ Dolores Cannon,

355:So it seems as though this part of us that is living a life on Earth is only a small piece or splinter of a much larger us. That we are many rather than one, or rather pieces of a more complex whole. We are only able to focus on the splinter we perceive as our totality. That is a good thing, because if we were aware of the complexity of it we would not be able to function in this world or reality. We are only able to see the facade that masks a much larger picture. Only now are we being allowed to peek behind the veil. ~ Dolores Cannon,

356:Just a little pointer, Indy, girl to girl, if you want that week with Lee to last into two. He likes it
when you go down on him in the morning. He’s a fucking animal in bed but give him a morning BJ,
he’ll return the favor and rock your world.”
Every muscle in my body froze solid.
“What did she just say?” Stevie asked.
“She did not just say that in front of me,” Kitty Sue said.
“Holy crap,” Dolores said.
“Oh… my… gawd,” Tod said.
“You fucking bitch,” Ally said.
“This is more like it,” Tex said. ~ Kristen Ashley,

357:Because I lived in one of these trees at one point, for a long, long, long time. I think I just decided I wanted to be a big tree, and to experience being a giant tree. But I grew up as a baby tree, so the big trees all around were my parents, and aunts and uncles, where we were all family. I started out as a little nut that grew into a seedling, and grew and grew and grew. And we would absorb the healing energy of the magnificent sun. And it would send out leaves, and it would feed the planet. And we were just so happy there. ~ Dolores Cannon,

358:Los viajes incontrolados en el tiempo se anuncian,
por regla general, unos minutos, o a veces también
horas o incluso días antes, por una sensación de vértigo
en la cabeza, en el estómago y/o en las piernas. Muchos portadores
del gen han informado también de la aparición de dolores de cabeza
de tipo migrañoso. El primer salto en el tiempo—llamado Salto de
Iniciación— se produce entre los dieciséis y los diecisiete años del
portador del gen.

De las Crónicas de los Vigilantes,
volumen 2, «Leyes generales» ~ Kerstin Gier,

359:Dolores Umbridge may have looked like an iced cupcake, but she was anything but sweet. She was savage, sadistic and remorseless. When she dared take control of Hogwarts from Albus Dumbledore, she committed all sorts of sinister acts. Under the newly created title of ‘High Inquisitor’ she single-handedly (well, with a little help from Filch) sucked the beloved school of all its joy, put every student in grave danger, and tortured Harry Potter. As far as we’re concerned, she more than deserved her fate at the hands (hooves?) of centaurs. ~ J K Rowling,

360:Why didn't you guys dress up?" Lindsey asks.
"We did." Calliope cracks her first smile. "we're dressed as twins."
Lindsey grins back. "Hmm, I see it now. Fraternal or identical?"
"You'd be surprised how many people ask," Cricket says.
"What do you tell them?" Lindsey asks.
"That I have a penis."
Oh God. My cheeks burn as they all burst into laughter. Think about something else, Dolores. ANYTHING else. Cucumbers, Bananas, Zucchini. AHHHH! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. I turn my face away from them as Calliope fakes a yakking sound. ~ Stephanie Perkins,

361:Porque labios libertinos o venales le habían murmurado frases semejantes, no creía sino débilmente en el candor de las mismas; había que rebajar, pensaba él, los discursos exagerados que ocultan afectos mediocres; como si la plenitud del alma no se desbordara a veces por las metáforas más vacías, puesto que nadie puede jamás dar la exacta medida de sus necesidades, ni de sus conceptos, ni de sus dolores, y la palabra humana es como un caldero cascado en el que tocamos melodías para hacer bailar a los osos, cuando quisiéramos conmover a las estrellas. ~ Gustave Flaubert,

362:Quickly again, cracking the next toe and the next, while Luca squirms in pain and lashes out her other foot against her sister. Dolores moans and shifts over to the far edge of the bed. The hands are moist from this quick work. They can feel the tremble of shock rippling under the child's skin. And then a quiet laugh, a comforting sound, a nice sound even, as if this pain is a gift brought noiselessly to a favorite daughter in the safety of darkness. Kisses the arch of the foot where the skin is softest, covers it again with the blanket and goes away. ~ Trezza Azzopardi,

363:The purpose of seasonal festivals is periodically to revive the topocosm. Gaster coined this word from the Greek - topo for place and cosmos for world order. Topocosm means "the world order of a particular place." The topocosm is the entire complex of any given locality conceived as a living organism, not just the human community but the total community - the plants, animals and soils of the place. The topocosm is not only the actual and present living community but also that continuous entity of which the present community is but the current manifestation. ~ Dolores LaChapelle,

364:Se trata sólo de huir del yo. Es un breve escaparse del dolor de ser yo, una breve narcosis contra el dolor y lo absurdo de la vida. La misma huida, la misma breve narcosis encuentra el arriero en el albergue cuando bebe algunas copas de aguardiente de arroz o de leche de coco fermentada. Entonces ya no siente su yo, ya no experimenta los dolores de la vida; en aquel momento ha encontrado una breve narcosis. Dormido sobre su copa de aguardiente de arroz alcanza lo mismo que Siddharta y Govinda después de largos ejercicios: escapar de su cuerpo y permanecer en el no-yo. ~ Anonymous,

365:Dolores asuu talossa, jonka pienellä etupihalla on neitsyt Marian patsas ja vaaleanpunainen lintupatsas. Seisomme pienen rautaportin luona ja minä en oikein tiedä pitäisikö nyt suudella häntä jolloin hän saattaisi innostua niin että saattaisimme hiippailla jonkin puun taakse kiihotusta harjoittamaan, mutta samassa kuuluu sisältä karjaisu Jumalauta, Dolores, äkkiä sisään sieltä, jo on otsaa kun tuolla lailla perkele pikkutunneilla kotiin lampsitaan, ja sano sille perkeleen turvenuijalle että ottaa jalat alleen ja juoksee henkensä edestä, ja Dolores sanoo vain oi ja juoksee sisään. ~ Frank McCourt,

366:The second wave is now in their late 20s and 30s. They have made the transition to life on Earth much more easily than the first wave. The second wave souls tend to work behind the scenes, often on their own, creating little or no Karma. In the sessions I conduct as a hypnotist, they have been described as antennas that unconsciously channel energy onto the Earth. They do not have to do anything; they just have to be. Their energy affects everyone they come into contact with. Their paradox is they are supposed to be sharing their energy, but they do not like being around people. ~ Dolores Cannon,

367:.” He dressed discreetly, without pretension, in a jacket or a sport coat. He traveled by auto with a single aide. “He was very much in love with his wife, Doña Soledad,” recalled Adolfo Orive Alba, the young director of the National Commission for Irrigation who used to accompany him in visiting villages where they would discuss plans for small-scale irrigation. The marriage produced no children but a love that caught Orive’s attention: “For the general to meet a fashionable actress of the time—María Félix, Sofía Alvarez, Dolores del Río—would be like his becoming acquainted with ~ Enrique Krauze,

368:De ahí que la tremenda satisfación sexual que me brindó la sola unión con Dolores sea, sobre todo, un derivado de aquella conmoción previa. Me mira, y su mirada no es sexo sino vida; sonríe, y su sonrisa no es sexo sino hondura, tristeza, palpable socorro. Pero su mirada y su sonrisa, al recorrerme, estrujan mi corazón, lo aceleran, lo lanzan, y una vez que mi corazón es lanzado a querer, a urgir, a necesitar, somete al sexo, y éste pasa a proceder como mera filial orgánica y sus modos de amor dejan de ser los propios para convertirse en subsidiarios de los modos de amor del corazón. ~ Mario Benedetti,

369:A:It is lightness. It is the aura of goodness. It can materialize at any time and anything that it wills. And the creator can touch something and it is what he says. This is how I was created. He took a bit of goodness, and I was created. And I am all good, and I please him now. And I will go some day, and I will learn and I will help the people on Earth S the family. I will be there many times; he has told me this. We all must go, for only a certain number of spirits are created, and we live over and over again. You learn bad things on Earth, and you unlearn them. You come back pure and good. J:Did ~ Dolores Cannon,

370:Un hombre bajito y de lentes, mal afeitado y con el pelo grasiento comía chocolate a su lado. Su bata médica estaba manchada de mostaza, salsa criolla y una cosa marrón, pero mantenía en los hombros limpios para disimular en su blancura la caspa que nevaba de su cabeza.
-Soy Faustino Posadas, médico legista.
Le extendió una mano manchada de chocolate, que el fiscal estrechó. Luego lo llevó por un pasadizo oscuro lleno de dolores. Algunas personas se acercaban gimiendo, pidiendo ayuda, pero el médico las derivaba con un gesto a la primera sala, con la enfermera, por favor, yo sólo veo muertos. ~ Santiago Roncagliolo,

371:You need to do better… with the jealousy thing, not every guy wants to get in my pants.”
“You’re wrong, every guy does want to get in your pants,” Lee said.
“Tex doesn't.”
“Tex isn't every guy. Tex is a crazy guy and he’s old enough to be your father.”
“Duke doesn't,” I tried.
“Dolores would chop Duke’s dick off if he so much as looked at another woman and he’s old enough to be your father.”
“Hank doesn't,” I persevered.
“Hank doesn't count. He thinks of you as his little sister.”
“Darius doesn't.” I was a dog with a bone.
“Darius doesn't fuck white women.”
Jeez.

rock chick 1 ~ Kristen Ashley,

372:A scream.
Not from Rose, who has covered her mouth. Not from Fran, smothered beneath the weight of him. The sound stops Frankie. He crawls over his daughter's body to hide in the shadow of the wall. Fran staggers away. A moment passes before he follows her inside, ducking low as if the sky will fall and crush him. Rose is reminded of a chimpanzee at the circus.
In the kitchen, Frankie is rinsing the buckle under the cold tap. He doesn't look up, but he senses Rose at the door. He runs his finger along the brass tongue.
Fetch Dolores to me, is all he will say.
But she won't. She won't let him have her. ~ Trezza Azzopardi,

373:Do you remember the rabbits? I ask, keeping her. A short, thick-sounding No. Luca used to be a good liar.
You must! There were dozens. He'd buy them as presents-
I don't remember, she says, turning away, Understand me, Dolores, I don't remember One Single Thing.
The rain and the cage and Luca standing in the garden, denying everything. The heaving in me comes out as a shout.
Well I do! You and Rose, locking me in there. Shame on you, Luca!
She faces me. In the twilight, her own sickness shines like a jewel. Luca closes her eyes; she's tired of not remembering.
Dol, we were letting you out, she says. ~ Trezza Azzopardi,

374:Te iba a hablar de los dolores de la humanidad en general, pero será preferible que me refiera exclusivamente al dolor de los niños. Mi argumentación quedará reducida a una décima parte, pero vale más así. Desde luego, salgo perdiendo. En primer lugar, porque a los niños se les puede querer aunque vayan sucios y feos (dejando aparte que a mí ningún niño me parece feo). En segundo lugar, porque si no hablo de los adultos, no es únicamente porque repelen y no merecen que se les ame, sino porque tienen una compensación: han probado el fruto prohibido, han conocido el bien y el mal y se han convertido en seres 'semejantes a Dios'. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

375:I paid a higher price than anyone will ever know, but I lived with the bargain I made just the same. I did more than that. When the dust bunnies and the dreams of what could have been were all I had left, I took the dreams and made them my own. The dust bunnies? Well, they might have gotten me in the end, but I lived with them for a lot of years before they did. Now you've got a bunch of your own to deal with, but if you've lost the guts you had on the day when you told me that firing the Jolander girl was a boogery thing to do, go on. Go on and jump. Because without your guts, Dolores Claiborne, you're just another stupid old woman. ~ Stephen King,

376:-Lo siento, señorita MacCorkle. ¿Y cuál es su problema?
-Los dolores de cabeza.
[...]
-¿Por encima de su cabeza?
-Oh, sí. A unos buenos cinco centímetros.
[...]
O´Reilly se inclinó por encima de Barry y cogió de la mesa un frasco de plástico con grageas de vitaminas.
-Éstas te servirán.
Luego el hombretón fue empujándola suavemente hacia la puerta.
-Éstas son especiales Maggie.
Ella asintió.
-Deberás tomarlas exactamente como te diga.
-Sí, doctor. ¿Y cómo será eso?
-Media hora.- Sus siguientes palabras fueron enunciadas con gran solemnidad-: Exactamente media hora antes de que el dolor comience. ~ Patrick Taylor,

377:En tales extremos de soledad, nadie podía esperar la ayuda de su vecino; cada uno seguía solo con su preocupación. Si alguien, por casualidad, intentaba hacer confidencias o decir algo de sus sentimientos, la respuesta que recibía le hería casi siempre. Entonces se daba cuenta de que él y su interlocutor hablaban cada uno de una cosa distinta. Uno, en efecto, hablaba desde el fondo de largas horas pasadas rumiando el sufrimiento, y la imagen que quería comunicar estaba cocida al fuego lento de la espera y de la pasión. El otro, por el contrario, imaginaba una emoción convencional, uno de esos dolores baratos, una de esa melancolías de serie. ~ Albert Camus,

378:Now, sitting opposite him, she still saw the handsome young man she had fallen in love with. The self-assured, optimistic artist no one had ever tried to kill, with his simple, almost childlike way of looking at things that enabled him to follow a steady path, safe from life’s cruelties. It allowed him to believe that turning the page, burying the past, or talking to a psychiatrist for months about your mother’s desire to eat you, would help her to overcome her fears, to live in a world of green meadows and blue skies sustained by simply willing it to be so. This belief that happiness was a choice struck her as so naïve as to be almost insulting. ~ Dolores Redondo,

379:-Odias Norteamérica, ¿no es cierto?
-Eso sería tan estúpido como amarla. Para mí es imposible sentirme emocionado por el país, porque la propiedad de la tierra no me interesa. Sin duda es un defecto fundamental de mi personalidad, pero no puedo pensar en términos de fronteras. Esas líneas imaginarias me resultan tan irreales como los duendes y las hadas. Me resisto a creer que señalen el fin o el principio de nada que me interese realmente a un ser humano. Las virtudes y los vicios, los placeres y los dolores cruzan las fronteras a su antojo.
-Has cambiado mucho, Howard.
-La gente debería cambiar con las guerras mundiales. Si no, ¿para qué sirven las guerras? ~ Kurt Vonnegut,

380:Sí, esa armonía vale menos que estas lágrimas que no se han pagado. Mientras sea así, no se puede hablar de armonía Borrar esas lágrimas es imposible. 'Los verdugos padecerán en el infierno', me dirás. ¿Pero qué valor puede tener este castigo, cuando los niños han tenido también su infierno? Por otra parte, ¿qué armonía es esa que requiere el infierno? Yo deseo el perdón, el beso universal, la supresión del dolor. Y si el tormento de los niños ha de contribuir al conjunto de los dolores necesarios para la adquisición de la verdad, afirmo con plena convicción que tal verdad no vale un precio tan alto. No quiero que la madre perdone al verdugo: no tiene derecho a hacerlo. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

381:la vida en el cuerpo físico es un período muy corto de la existencia total. Cuando hemos aprobado los exámenes de lo que vinimos a aprender a la Tierra, se nos permite graduarnos. Se nos permite desprendernos del cuerpo, que aprisiona nuestra alma como el capullo envuelve a la futura mariposa, y cuando llega el momento oportuno podemos abandonarlo. Entonces estaremos libres de dolores, de temores y de preocupaciones, tan libres como una hermosa mariposa que vuelve a su casa, a Dios, que es un lugar donde jamás estamos solos, donde continuamos creciendo espiritualmente, cantando y bailando, donde estamos con nuestros seres queridos y rodeados por un amor que es imposible imaginar. ~ Elisabeth K bler Ross,

382:-Pero ¿no nos defenderemos cumplidamente alegando que el verdadero amante del conocimiento está naturalmente dotado para luchar en persecución del ser y no se detiene en cada una de las muchas cosas que pasan por existir, sino que sigue adelante, sin flaquear ni renunciar a su amor hasta que alcanza la naturaleza misma de cada una de las cosas que existen, y la alcanza con aquella parte de su alma a que corresponde, en virtud de su afinidad, el llegarse a semejantes especies, por medio de la cual se acerca y une a lo que realmente existe y engendra inteligencia y verdad, librándose entonces, pero no antes, de los dolores de su parto, y obtiene conocimiento y verdadera vida y alimento verdadero? ~ Plato,

383:stuff” we get. You know everyone wants to get caught up in the “stuff”. And it’s your choice if you want to be in the “stuff” or not. At any point you can say, “No, it’s not my stuff. I don’t want to be in it. I choose not to and as soon as you say that, you are out of it! And you have a neutral place and you have an observer place, and it’s a matter of if you want to be on the roller coaster. Some people want to be on the roller coaster. They love the ups and the downs. That’s fine. That’s the ride. It’s just you choosing whichever way you want to take the ride. That’s all. If you want the full gambit of emotions, okay, fine. That’s all right! It just makes the ride a different experience. ~ Dolores Cannon,

384:«He ahí el puesto inmundo al que llegarás, y del que te será imposible disfrutar, como no sea en la forma que estás presenciando, y rodeado de gentes como las que en este instante te dan náuseas. Tal vez percibas un sueldo de veinte mil francos, pero será preciso que obliguen a enmudecer al pobre prisionero y le mates de hambre, mientras tú te hartas de manjares finos y delicados. Darás festines con dinero robado al pobre, cuya mísera pitanza cercenarás, y con tus alegrías los harás doblemente desgraciados... ¡Oh tiempos felices de Napoleón, cuando era posible escalar la fortuna subiendo por los peldaños de las batallas! ¡Hoy se hace aumentando cobardemente las desventuras y dolores de los miserables! » ~ Stendhal,

385:Every witch or wizard with a wand has held in his or her hands more power than we will ever know. With the right spell or potion, they can fabricate love, travel through time, change physical form and even extinguish life. In the wrong hands, power and magic can be dark, lethal, and consuming. Lord Voldemort showed us that; he sought power so viciously that he tore apart the fabric of his soul and lost everything that made him human. He is the ultimate villain, motivated by an ice-cold desire for power and destruction. Obviously few people could match Voldemort in general evil intent (though Bellatrix Lestrange and Dolores Umbridge indeed try), but there are certainly other characters attracted to power. ~ J K Rowling,

386:No hay miedo como el que ya se ha probado, del que se conoce el sabor, el olor y el tacto. Un viejo y mohoso vampiro que duerme sepultado bajo cotidianeidad y orden, y que mantenemos alejado, fingiendo una calma tan falsa como las sonrisas sincronizadas. No hay miedo como el que conocimos un día y que permanecía inmóvil, respirando con un jadeo húmedo en algún lugar de nuestra mente. No hay miedo como el que produce la sola posibilidad de que el miedo regrese. Durante los sueños vislumbramos la luz roja que sigue encendida, recordándonos que no está vencido, que sólo duerme, y que si tienes suerte no volverá. Porque sabes que si regresara, no lo resistirías; si volviese, acabaría contigo y con tu cordura. ~ Dolores Redondo,

387:Cuando el periodista se encasilla en un grupo o en el contrario y está dispuesto a entrar en la gran batuta política, hay una tregua y se le respecta. Al franco tirador no se le quiere, y yo soy un franco tirador por naturaleza. Disparo lo mismo contra la mira del obispo y el tricornio del gendarme como contra el gorro frigio del republicano cuando me parece que no está en su sitio.
Me dicen que esto lo hago por ambición o por interés. Fantasía. Yo no aspiro a nada. Ni aspiro ni espero. Se ha hecho uno viejo y no tiene ambiciones. Quizás no las he tenido nunca.
Mis ideales se reducen a no tener dolores reumáticos, a dormir lo más posible, a tener un sitio agradable don de hablar y a comprar de tarde un libro curioso. ~ P o Baroja,

388:—No se trata de eso, es una especie de aprensión, como una sensación instintiva, ya sabes que no suelo hacer juicios basados en primeras impresiones, pero las percepciones son importantes en mi trabajo y creo que muchas veces ignoramos señales de cosas que nos inquietan de los demás sólo porque no tenemos una base de fundamento sobre la que sostenerlo, pero más de una vez sucede que esa sensación que habíamos percibido y decidimos ignorar regresa con el tiempo cargada de razones y nos lamentamos de no haber atendido a eso que algunos llaman percepción, instinto, primeras impresiones y que en el fondo tienen una gran base científica, pues están sustentadas en el lenguaje corporal, las expresiones faciales y las pequeñas mentiras sociales. ~ Dolores Redondo,

389:Pour Prendre Conge
I'm sick of embarking in dories
Upon an emotional sea.
I'm wearied of playing Dolores
(A role never written for me).
I'll never again like a cub lick
My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.
No more I'll go walking in public,
My heart hanging out of my shirt.
I'm tired of entwining me garlands
Of weather-worn hemlock and bay.
I'm over my longing for far landsI wouldn't give that for Cathay.
I'm through with performing the ballet
Of love unrequited and told.
Euterpe, I tender you vale;
Good-by, and take care of that cold.
I'm done with this burning and giving
And reeling the rhymes of my woes.
And how I'll be making my living,
The Lord in His mystery knows.
~ Dorothy Parker,

390:Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be provided for me, nothing could make my Lolita forget the foul lust I had inflicted upon her. Unless it can be proven to me -to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction- that in the infinitue run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child names Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, then life is a joke), I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art. To quote an old poet:
The moral sense in mortals is the duty
We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

391:Luisa, es peligroso pasar días enteros con la cabeza abatida sobre el pecho, las manos inertes, la mirada vaga; es peligroso buscar las avenidas sombrías y no participar de las diversiones que regocijan los corazones de las las jóvenes; es peligroso, Luisa, escribir con a punta del pie; como sueles hacer, sobre la arena, letras que, por más que te apresures a borrarlas; siempre aparecen por debajo del talón, principalmente cuando esas letras se asemejan más a una L que a una B; es peligroso, en fin, forjarse allá en la mente mil extrañas ilusiones, fruto de la soledad y de los dolores de cabeza; esas ilusiones socavan las mejillas de una pobre muchacha al mismo tiempo que su cerebro, y no es cosa rara ver en esas ocasiones a una persona de amable y risueño trato volverse taciturna y fastidiosa, y a la de más talento convertida en una imbécil. ~ Alexandre Dumas,

392:Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

393:Las drogas son un arma poderosa. Pueden ayudarnos a curarnos, a soportar dolores, a dormir, a disfrutar, a relajarnos, a conectar con gente, a desinhibirnos, a disfrutar como nunca de sensaciones (música, tacto...), a engañar al cansancio y rendir más, a desbloquear nuestra cratividad artística o intelectual... Pueden acercarnos a experiencias que difícilmente alcanzaríamos sin su ayuda. Y todo esto puede hacernos crecer como personas. Pero son un arma de doble filo. Pueden quitarnos sa- lud y calidad de vida haciéndonos vivir angustiosos “malos viajes” o terribles resacas. O peor, provocándonos un brote de esquizofrenia, o ansiedad o depresión crónica, o generamos adicciones de difícil salida... También pueden matarnos, poco a poco (cáncer de pulmón) o de repente (accidente de tráfico, coma etílico...). Todo es veneno, nada es sin veneno. Sólo la dosis hace el veneno. Paracelso ~ Anonymous,

394:¿Qué hay, pues, que nos pueda llevar a salvamento? Una sola y única cosa: la filosofía. Y ésta consiste en conservar el dios interior sin ultraje ni daño, para que triunfe de placeres y dolores, para que no obre al acaso, y se mantenga lejos de toda falsedad y disimulo, al margen de que se haga o no se haga esto o aquello; además, para que acepte la parte que le tocare en los varios sucesos accidentales e integrantes de su parte, como procedentes de aquel origen de quien procede él mismo; y, en particular, para que aguarde la muerte en actitud plácida, no viendo en ella otra cosa más que la disolución de los elementos de que consta todo ser viviente. Si no hay nada temible para los mismos elementos en esta transformación incesante de uno en otro, ¿por qué temer la transformación y disolución de todas las otras cosas? Esto es conforme con la naturaleza: y nada es malo de cuanto a ella se acomoda. ~ Marcus Aurelius,

395:»-Ella sirvió siempre a sus semejantes. Les dio todo lo que tuvo. Hasta les dio un hijo, a todos. Y se los puso enfrente para que alguien lo reconociera como suyo; pero nadie lo quiso hacer. Entonces les dijo: «En ese caso yo soy también su padre, aunque por casualidad haya sido su madre». Abusaron de su hospitalidad por esa bondad suya de no querer ofenderlos ni de malquistarse con ninguno.

»-Pero ella se suicidó. Obró contra la mano de Dios.

»-No le quedaba otro camino. Se resolvió a eso también por bondad.

»-Falló a última hora -eso es lo que le dije-. En el último momento. ¡Tantos bienes acumulados para su salvación, y perderlos así de pronto!

»-Pero si no los perdió. Murió con muchos dolores. Y el dolor... Usted nos ha dicho algo acerca del dolor que ya no recuerdo. Ella se fue por ese dolor. Murió retorcida por la sangre que la ahogaba. Todavía veo sus muecas, y sus muecas eran los más tristes gestos que ha hecho un ser humano. ~ Juan Rulfo,

396:For my nymphet I needed a diminutive with a lyrical lilt to it. One of the most limpid and luminous letters is "L". The suffix "-ita" has a lot of Latin tenderness, and this I required too. Hence: Lolita. However, it should not be pronounced as you and most Americans pronounce it: Low-lee-ta, with a heavy, clammy "L" and a long "o". No, the first syllable should be as in "lollipop", the "L" liquid and delicate, the "lee" not too sharp. Spaniards and Italians pronounce it, of course, with exactly the necessary note of archness and caress. Another consideration was the welcome murmur of its source name, the fountain name: those roses and tears in "Dolores." My little girl's heartrending fate had to be taken into account together with the cuteness and limpidity. Dolores also provided her with another, plainer, more familiar and infantile diminutive: Dolly, which went nicely with the surname "Haze," where Irish mists blend with a German bunny—I mean, a small German hare. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

397:—¿Los vampiros sufren el jet-lag?
Veneno se quitó las gafas para mostrarle sus impactantes ojos, con pupilas verticales como las de las serpientes. Aunque ya los había visto antes, Elena sintió un vuelco en el corazón, una respuesta visceral a la extraña inteligencia de esa mirada. Una parte de ella se preguntaba si sus ojos eran lo único en él que había cambiado con la Conversión. ¿Veneno pensaba como los humanos, o su intelecto era más bien de sangre fría?
—¿Te estás ofreciendo a aliviar mis dolores, cazadora? —inquirió el vampiro. Se pasó la lengua por uno de sus largos incisivos y sacó una gota dorada de veneno—. Me siento conmovido.
—Solo pretendía ser amable —dijo ella. Las pupilas de Veneno se contrajeron en el instante en que volvió a ponerse las gafas. Elena no pudo evitarlo. —¿Por qué no tienes la lengua bífida?
—¿Por qué no puedes volar? —Una sonrisa desdeñosa—. Esas cosas que tienes en la espalda no están de adorno, ¿lo sabías?
Elena le mostró el dedo corazón a modo de respuesta. ~ Nalini Singh,

398:Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos paladar abajo hasta apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los dientes. Lo. Li. Ta.
Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, cuando estaba derecha, con su metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura, sobre un pie enfundado en un calcetín. Era Lola cuando llevaba puestos los pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos fue siempre Lolita.
¿Tuvo Lolita una precursora? Naturalmente que sí. En realidad, Lolita no hubiera podido existir para mí si un verano no hubiese amado a otra niña iniciática. En un principado junto al mar. ¿Cuándo? Aquel verano faltaban para que naciera Lolita casi tantos como los que yo tenía entonces. Pueden contar en que la prosa de los asesinos sea siempre elegante, vaya que lo sé.
Señoras y señores del jurado, la prueba número uno es lo que los serafines, los mal informados e ingenuos ángeles de majestuosas alas, envidiaron. Contemplen esta maraña de espinas. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

399:El tiempo de la vida humana es un punto: la sustancia, fluente; la sensación, oscurecida; toda la constitución del cuerpo, corruptible; en resumen, todas las cosas propias del cuerpo son a manera de un río; las del alma, sueño y vaho; la vida, una lucha, un destierro; la fama de la posteridad, olvido. Qué hay, pues, que nos pueda llevar a salvamento? Una sola y única cosa: la filosofía. Y ésta consiste en conservar el dios interior sin ultraje ni daño, para que triunfe de placeres y de dolores, para que no obre al acaso, y se mantenga lejos de toda falsedad y disimulo, al margen de que se haga o no se haga esto o aquello; además, para que acepte la parte que le tocare en los varios sucesos accidentales e integrales de su parte, como procedentes de aquel origen de quien procede él mismo; y, en particular, para que aguarde la muerte en actitud plácida, no viendo en ella otra cosa más que la disolución de los elementos de que consta todo ser viviente. Si no hay nada temible para los mismos elementos en esta transformación incesante de uno en otro, por qué temer la transformación y disolución de todas las otras cosas? Esto es conforme con la naturaleza: y nada es malo cuanto de ella se acomoda. ~ Marcus Aurelius,

400:Do ye like fish, lass?” “What?” “We’ll catch ye one for breakfast tomorrow. A big one. Nice and fresh, best ye’ll ever have.” “A fish?” She raised a brow. “Will you prepare it yourself?” “I might, if it’ll make ye happy.” He looked down at her. “Of course, ye don’t know if I’m any better a cook than that useless looby who’s charged with feedin’ us all now, do ye? On the other hand, ’twould be hard to bollocks up a fish.” “You are going to cook me a fish.” “I could.” “And why are you smiling, Captain O’ Devir?” He hadn’t realized he was. Another thing she did to him. Charmed him right out of his melancholy, kicked out the darkness that was English hatred and Josiah’s death and Dolores Ann’s betrayal and filled it with sweet, warm sunshine, even when she was being prickly. “Am I?” “You were.” “Well, lass, I was just thinkin’ how nice it is to be standin’ here with a pretty girl and enjoyin’ a bit of life before her lauded brother catches up to and kills me in the most gruesome manner a body might imagine, before the Royal Navy finds a way to try and annihilate me, before I head back to America with her brother’s explosive.” He looked down at her. “Puttin’ it all in me memory bank, I am. Moments like this don’t last forever. ~ Danelle Harmon,

401:I thought you said it didn’t matter either way?” said Harry, with a bitter laugh. “Not to you anyway.” “I shouldn’t have said that,” said Scrimgeour quickly. “It was tactless —” “No, it was honest,” said Harry. “One of the only honest things you’ve said to me. You don’t care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone you’re winning the war against Voldemort. I haven’t forgotten, Minister. . . .” He raised his right fist. There, shining white on the back of his cold hand, were the scars which Dolores Umbridge had forced him to carve into his own flesh: I must not tell lies. “I don’t remember you rushing to my defense when I was trying to tell everyone Voldemort was back. The Ministry wasn’t so keen to be pals last year.” They stood in silence as icy as the ground beneath their feet. The gnome had finally managed to extricate his worm and was now sucking on it happily, leaning against the bottommost branches of the rhododendron bush. “What is Dumbledore up to?” said Scrimgeour brusquely. “Where does he go when he is absent from Hogwarts?” “No idea,” said Harry. “And you wouldn’t tell me if you knew,” said Scrimgeour, “would you?” “No, I wouldn’t,” said Harry. “Well, then, I shall have to see whether I can’t find out by other means.” “You can try,” said Harry indifferently. “But you seem cleverer than Fudge, so I’d have thought you’d have learned from his mistakes. He tried interfering at Hogwarts. You might have noticed he’s not Minister anymore, but Dumbledore’s still headmaster. I’d leave Dumbledore alone, if I were you. ~ J K Rowling,

402:It infuriates him, this killing, this death. Infuriating that this is what we’re known for now, drug cartels and slaughter. This my city of Avenida 16 Septembre, the Victoria Theater, cobblestone streets, the bullring, La Central, La Fogata, more bookstores than El Paso, the university, the ballet, garapiñados, pan dulce, the mission, the plaza, the Kentucky Bar, Fred’s—now it’s known for these idiotic thugs. And my country, Mexico—the land of writers and poets—of Octavio Paz, Juan Rulfo, Carlos Fuentes, Elena Garro, Jorge Volpi, Rosario Castellanos, Luis Urrea, Elmer Mendoza, Alfonso Reyes—the land of painters and sculptors—Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Gabriel Orozco, Pablo O’Higgins, Juan Soriano, Francisco Goitia—of dancers like Guillermina Bravo, Gloria and Nellie Campobello, Josefina Lavalle, Ana Mérida, and composers—Carlos Chávez, Silvestre Revueltas, Agustín Lara, Blas Galindo—architects—Luis Barragán, Juan O’Gorman, Tatiana Bilbao, Michel Rojkind, Pedro Vásquez—wonderful filmmakers—Fernando de Fuentes, Alejandro Iñárritu, Luis Buñuel, Alfonso Cuarón, Guillermo del Toro—actors like Dolores del Río, “La Doña” María Félix, Pedro Infante, Jorge Negrete, Salma Hayek—now the names are “famous” narcos—no more than sociopathic murderers whose sole contribution to the culture has been the narcocorridas sung by no-talent sycophants. Mexico, the land of pyramids and palaces, deserts and jungles, mountains and beaches, markets and gardens, boulevards and cobblestoned streets, broad plazas and hidden courtyards, is now known as a slaughter ground. And for what? So North Americans can get high. ~ Don Winslow,

403:These diseases are not really there, are they? A: They can be if people choose to allow those energies to enter into their body. But for the most part, they are only in the energetic fields. And like anything else that is talked about, or thought about, it can become reality in the physical. D: Yes, if enough people accept it as their reality. A: But the diseases are extremely blown out of proportion, and they are not epidemics as they are portrayed to be. The media and the movies are showing you their desperation as they insist in presenting to the masses information that is completely negative and fear-based. Subject matter such as murder, death and betrayal, attacks and such that keep the consciousness focused on these matters, as opposed to portraying in the media images of hope and inspiration. But nevertheless, there are enough of those positive messages being broadcast at this time, that like a domino effect, they are no longer stoppable. D: Another fear the government is trying to promote is terrorism. A: Yes. It is just another tool, like the diseases, to find excuses to give people a reason to be afraid and not unify, but to trust that the government will solve their problems. They are imaginary problems, and in the subconscious, many people are becoming aware of this. They are no longer believing, although many are in the masses. But on their subconscious level, they are beginning to awaken, and the power knows this. That is the reason they are resorting to ridiculous stories that only those who wish to believe, believe in them because anybody with a logical and reasonable mind could not believe them. ~ Dolores Cannon,

404:Los verdaderos efectos del pecado Echadle en las tinieblas de afuera; allí será el lloro y el crujir de dientes. MATEO 22.13 El pecado nunca realmente satisface. Hay placeres momentáneos en el pecado (cp. Hebreos 11.25), pero invariablemente dan paso a la tristeza, la miseria y el dolor. En un momento de búsqueda del placer motivado por su amor al dinero, Judas rechazó cualquier posibilidad de verdadera alegría o satisfacción permanente. Pablo escribió: «Raíz de todos los males es el amor al dinero, el cual codiciando algunos, se extraviaron de la fe, y fueron traspasados de muchos dolores» (1 Timoteo 6.10). Judas es el prototipo de lo que Pablo estaba describiendo. Nadie atravesó por más pena y todo por el necio amor al dinero. Judas no recibiría ninguna simpatía o apoyo de sus compañeros de conspiración. La respuesta de ellos a su confesión fue en son de burla: «Mas ellos dijeron: ¿Qué nos importa a nosotros? ¡Allá tú!» (Mateo 27.4). Judas, completamente sin amigos, sin esperanza y desconsolado por el peso de su propia culpa, entonces selló su destrucción propia para siempre con un acto de suicidio. Tal vez pensó Judas que por suicidarse finalmente obtendría alivio de su culpa. Lo contrario es cierto. Al matarse a sí mismo se ató a su culpa para siempre. De todas las personas, Judas debería haber sabido esto, pues había oído repetidamente la enseñanza de Jesús acerca del infierno como un lugar de tormento eterno, de fuego que nunca se apagará, de llanto y crujir de dientes que continuará día y noche por los siglos (Mateo 8.12; 13.42, 50; 22.13; 24.51; 25.30; Marcos 9.43–48; Lucas 13.28). En el infierno el dolor de la culpa y de la conciencia serán eternamente intensificados. ~ John F MacArthur Jr,

405:Con estas cartas he iniciado mi aproximación a Rilke. No cabe duda de que el checo respiraba y exhalaba poesía. Para ilustrarlo, unas breves citas que no necesitan mayor explicación, sólo hay que gozarlas.

“Y aun permaneciendo en mi tristeza, soy feliz sintiendo que es usted, Bella; soy feliz por haberme entregado sin miedo a su belleza como un pájaro se entrega al espacio; feliz, Querida, por haber caminado como un verdadero creyente sobre las aguas de nuestra incertidumbre hasta la isla de su corazón donde florecen dolores. En fin: feliz.”

"El trabajo del artista debe ser como la muerte; hay que entrar por entero en él, sin reserva alguna, solo, sin poseer nada salvo esta moneda que se ponía en la boca de los muertos para asegurarles el trayecto de ese río trágico que les separaba para siempre de sus amigos. ¿Sentirá usted, al menos, mi alma que volteará a menudo a su alrededor y al de nuestros queridos recuerdos?"

"Estará usted aquí, se lo digo a mi habitación, sobre todo al gran sillón al que le gusta hacerse más vasto a su alrededor y que está infinitamente orgulloso de ser casi tocado por un Alma; pues sabe que sólo un poco de delicioso cuerpo lo separa de la suya. Hasta la vista, Querida, has muy pronto."

"Mi estado, tal como lo vio, seguía empeorando; no he escrito ni una sola línea durante esos largos meses y ni siquiera la primavera ha sabido, esta vez, aliviarme; aumentaba, pero yo estaba separado de ella por todos mis sentidos que permanecían cerrados y opacos. Ése debe de ser (cuántas veces lo habré pensado) el estado de un tallo roto que una brizna de corteza sujeta todavía a su árbol, pero que, interiormente, no corresponde ya a la feliz savia con la que se embriagan todas las ramas a su alrededor. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,

406:Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

407:I’ve got to get home. Where’s my cell?” I ask, patting my back pocket.
“Alex has it, I think.”
So sneaking out without talking to him isn’t an option. I struggle to keep the Oompa Loompas at bay as I stagger out of the bedroom, searching for Alex.
It’s not hard to find him, the house is smaller than Sierra’s pool house. Alex is lying on an old sofa, wearing jeans. Nothing else. His eyes are open, but they’re bloodshot and glazed with sleep.
“Hey,” he says warmly while stretching.
Oh, God. I’m in big trouble. Because I’m staring. I can’t keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other “eps” he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.
“Hey.” I swallow, hard. “I, um, guess I should thank you for taking me here instead of leaving me passed out on the beach.”
His gaze doesn’t falter. “Last night I realized somethin’. You and I, we’re not so different. You play the game just like I do. You use your looks, your bod, and your brains to make sure you’re always in control.”
“I’m hungover, Alex. I can’t even think straight and you’re getting all philosophical on me.”
“See, you’re playin’ a game right now. Be real with me, mamacita. I dare you.”
Is he kidding? Be real? I can’t. Because then I’ll start crying, and maybe freak out enough to blurt the truth--that I create a perfect image so I can hide behind it. “I better get home.”
“Before you do that, you should probably go to the bathroom,” he says.
Before I ask why, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. “Oh, shit!” I shriek. Black mascara is caked under my eyes and streaky lines of it are running down my cheeks.
I resemble a corpse. Hurrying past him, I find the hall bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is a stringy bird’s nest. If the mascara marrying my cheeks wasn’t bad enough, the rest of me is as pale as my aunt Dolores without her makeup. I have puffy bags under my eyes as if I’m storing water for the winter months.
All in all, not a pretty sight. By anyone’s standards. ~ Simone Elkeles,

408:Nerissa,” he called after the retreating pair. She turned and looked at him, her eyes wounded, the tears still wet upon her face. “It is bad enough that you would marry a man so far beneath you,” he said. “It is bad enough that you would marry a man that your family does not accept, a man for whom you have thrown away your birthright, heritage and country, a man who will never be able to keep you in the comfort and luxury in which you’ve been raised and to which you’ve been accustomed.” He waited for his words to sink in, and then he dropped the killing blow. “But for you to knowingly walk off with an accused killer, a man who murdered his very best friend….” Bang. He saw the fatal shot hit home as the blood drained from the Parasite’s face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nerissa said uncertainly, and tried to continue on. “Don’t you? Do you mean this vermin you’ve wed hasn’t told you?” Lucien’s smile was coldly triumphant. “Josiah Brown. A duel, 1776. You shot him, didn’t you, O’ Devir? Your very best friend in the world, and all over a woman you both purported to love.” The blows he’d dealt the Irishman during the fight were nothing compared to the damage his words now caused, and Lucien felt a dark and savage satisfaction as he watched stunned denial and fear, yes fear, steal the color from that rascal’s hated face. “Dolores Foley was the wench’s name, wasn’t it? And she’s dead now, too.” The Irishman looked as though he’d been stabbed through the heart with a knitting needle. “I didn’t kill her.” “Of course you didn’t,” Lucien said loftily, and gave a dramatic sigh. “You didn’t need to. But you did kill Brown, you were convicted and sentenced to hang, and it was only your friend John Adams’s brilliance that got you out of the noose in an appeal that should never have been made.” O’ Devir flushed with rage. “Ye know nothin’ of what happened.” “Oh, I know all of it. Have you told my sister about this particular little… tidbit of your past?” By the dawning horror in Nerissa’s face, he had not. “I think we’ve all heard enough,” Brendan said, nodding for his wife to join him as he took the duke by the elbow and tried to force him away. “Some things are over and done with, and that’s one of them.” “Ah, well… always best to know everything there is to know about a person before you marry them,” Lucien murmured. His smile was pitiless and cold. “You’re correct, Merrick. It is time to leave. ~ Danelle Harmon,

409:I.

Gr-r-r-there go, my heart's abhorrence!
Water your damned flower-pots, do!
If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,
God's blood, would not mine kill you!
What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?
Oh, that rose has prior claims-
Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?
Hell dry you up with its flames!

II.

At the meal we sit together:
Salve tibi! I must hear
Wise talk of the kind of weather,
Sort of season, time of year:
Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely
Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt:
What's the Latin name for ``parsley''?
What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?

III.

Whew! We'll have our platter burnished,
Laid with care on our own shelf!
With a fire-new spoon we're furnished,
And a goblet for ourself,
Rinsed like something sacrificial
Ere 'tis fit to touch our chaps-
Marked with L. for our initial!
(He-he! There his lily snaps!)

IV.

Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores
Squats outside the Convent bank
With Sanchicha, telling stories,
Steeping tresses in the tank,
Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,
-Can't I see his dead eye glow,
Bright as 'twere a Barbary corsair's?
(That is, if he'd let it show!)

V.

When he finishes refection,
Knife and fork he never lays
Cross-wise, to my recollection,
As do I, in Jesu's praise.
I the Trinity illustrate,
Drinking watered orange-pulp-
In three sips the Arian frustrate;
While he drains his at one gulp.

VI.

Oh, those melons? If he's able
We're to have a feast! so nice!
One goes to the Abbot's table,
All of us get each a slice.
How go on your flowers? None double
Not one fruit-sort can you spy?
Strange!-And I, too, at such trouble,
Keep them close-nipped on the sly!

VII.

There's a great text in Galatians,
Once you trip on it, entails
Twenty-nine distinct damnations,
One sure, if another fails:
If I trip him just a-dying,
Sure of heaven as sure can be,
Spin him round and send him flying
Off to hell, a Manichee?

VIII.

Or, my scrofulous French novel
On grey paper with blunt type!
Simply glance at it, you grovel
Hand and foot in Belial's gripe:
If I double down its pages
At the woeful sixteenth print,
When he gathers his greengages,
Ope a sieve and slip it in't?

IX.

Or, there's Satan!-one might venture
Pledge one's soul to him, yet leave
Such a flaw in the indenture
As he'd miss till, past retrieve,
Blasted lay that rose-acacia
We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine
'St, there's Vespers! Plena grati
Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r-you swine!

~ Robert Browning, Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister
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410:A piercing cry came from the playroom. Preacher was on his feet at the same moment Chris came flying into the kitchen, holding his forearm with his other hand. He ran to his mother, with a look of pain and fear, his mouth open in a wail, tears on his face. Paige instantly drew him in, asking, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Preacher leaned over, pulled Chris’s hand away, saw the perfect outline of a juvenile mouth and, with an expression of sheer horror and disbelief, leveled his gaze at Bud. “Someone bit him!” “Aw, kids. They’ll work it out,” Bud said, waving his hand, as though leaving them completely unsupervised had nothing to do with him. Gin said, “I’ll get something for that,” and jumped up. Dolores left the table saying, “Ice. I’ll get ice.” Preacher gently drew Chris away from Paige and lifted him up against his broad chest. Chris put his head on Preacher’s shoulder and cried. He met Paige’s eyes and he was sure that despite his greatest effort to remain calm, his were ablaze. Paige stood, regally, Preacher thought with a touch of pride, and said, “We’ll be going now.” “Sit down,” Bud said sharply, and Preacher was as close as he’d ever been to coming completely unhinged. He passed Chris back to his mother as calmly as he could, then leaned both hands on the table, pressed his face close enough to Bud’s so that Bud actually leaned back a little bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Paige had her bag over one shoulder and Chris lying against the other, headed for the front door. “We’re going to miss those steaks,” he said in a very menacing whisper. Then he picked up the fork he’d been squeezing and saw that it was a little bent. He bent it the rest of the way, folding it in half with one meaty hand. He dropped it on top of Bud’s salad. “Don’t get up.” By the time Preacher caught up with Paige, she was halfway down the walk toward the truck and already the women were fluttering out the door, calling after her. With no experience at this at all, having never before been in this position, Preacher knew what was going down. They were going to make excuses for Bud, maybe apologize for him, probably beg Paige to come back. He put a soft hand on her shoulder and she stopped, turning toward him. He reached for Chris. “Here,” he said, taking the boy tenderly. “Say goodbye. We’ll get settled.” He got Chris in the car seat while Paige and the other women were still on the walk. Each one of them took one of Paige’s hands, but she pulled out of their clutch. “Lemme see that arm, buddy,” Preacher said to Chris. “Aw, that’s going to be all right. Hey, how about pancakes? Breakfast for supper, huh?” He nodded and sniffed back tears. Preacher wiped a big thumb under each eye. “Yeah, pancakes. And chocolate milk.” Chris nodded again, a slight smile on his lips. Preacher ~ Robyn Carr,

411:Besos

Hay besos que pronuncian por sí solos
la sentencia de amor condenatoria,
hay besos que se dan con la mirada
hay besos que se dan con la memoria.

Hay besos silenciosos, besos nobles
hay besos enigmáticos, sinceros
hay besos que se dan sólo las almas
hay besos por prohibidos, verdaderos.

Hay besos que calcinan y que hieren,
hay besos que arrebatan los sentidos,
hay besos misteriosos que han dejado
mil sueños errantes y perdidos.

Hay besos problemáticos que encierran
una clave que nadie ha descifrado,
hay besos que engendran la tragedia
cuantas rosas en broche han deshojado.

Hay besos perfumados, besos tibios
que palpitan en íntimos anhelos,
hay besos que en los labios dejan huellas
como un campo de sol entre dos hielos.

Hay besos que parecen azucenas
por sublimes, ingenuos y por puros,
hay besos traicioneros y cobardes,
hay besos maldecidos y perjuros.

Judas besa a Jesús y deja impresa
en su rostro de Dios, la felonía,
mientras la Magdalena con sus besos
fortifica piadosa su agonía.

Desde entonces en los besos palpita
el amor, la traición y los dolores,
en las bodas humanas se parecen
a la brisa que juega con las flores.

Hay besos que producen desvaríos
de amorosa pasión ardiente y loca,
tú los conoces bien son besos míos
inventados por mí, para tu boca.

Besos de llama que en rastro impreso
llevan los surcos de un amor vedado,
besos de tempestad, salvajes besos
que solo nuestros labios han probado.

¿Te acuerdas del primero...? Indefinible;
cubrió tu faz de cárdenos sonrojos
y en los espasmos de emoción terrible,
llenáronse de lágrimas tus ojos.

¿Te acuerdas que una tarde en loco exceso
te vi celoso imaginando agravios,
te suspendí en mis brazos... vibró un beso,
y qué viste después...? Sangre en mis labios.

Yo te enseñé a besar: los besos fríos
son de impasible corazón de roca,
yo te enseñé a besar con besos míos
inventados por mí, para tu boca.

Este maravilloso poema de Gabriela Mistral, nos describe de una manera muy simple y sentida, una de las grandes expresiones de amor o quizas las principal. Me he tomado el trabajo de narrarlo, asumiendo el riesgo de no ser capaz de transmitir la verdadera intensidad o altura que tienen las palabras de esta destacada artista de las letras.

Lucila de María Godoy Alcayaga, conocida como Gabriela Mistral. Nacida en Vicuña, Chile el 7 de abril de 1889 y fallecida Nueva York, el 10 de enero de 1957, Poetisa, diplomática, y pedagoga. Gabriela Mistral, una de las principales figuras de la literatura chilena y latinoamericana, fue la primera persona de América Latina en ganar el Premio Nobel de Literatura,2 que recibió en 1945. ~ Gabriela Mistral,

412:Fritzerl Schnall
ASH on de Alapama biz,
Deep sinnin long I sat,
I dinks von ding for dinkin
Py afery Diplomat;
Und dat ist: dat voll many a ding
Vot ist de facto done,
May pe de jure unbossible,
Und officiel unknown,
Von dimes in San Franciscus,
Im Californian land,
Among de Californaments
Dere woned a Deutscher band;
Und shief among dese heroes
Dere shone Herr Fritzerl Schnall,
Who nefer vouldt pelief in nichts
Dat vas not logical.
Vell den: von tay as Fritzerl
Vas valk Dolores Shtreet,
Mein Gott! how he vas over-rush
Ein gut oldt friendt to meet;
Hans Liederschnitz aus Augsburg,
Vot professed in Bayrisch bier'Gottskreuz! du alter Schlingel!'
Cried Fritz: 'Was mochst du hier?'
Now in des dimes I scribe of,
Dree ways der vere bakannt,
Und only dree, to get to
Das Californigen Landt.
De virst de Plains coom ofer;
De next, de Istmoos troo;
De dird aroundt Cape Horne,
All ofer de ocean plue.
But de first lot of surveyors
For de railroad overland,
Vas seek a new vay northwarts,
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All for de Eisenbahn,
Und mit dem, der professor
Of Lager vent along;
So he kommed to San Franciscus,
Und den into dis song.
But ash unto Herr Fritzerl
Dis news vas unerheard,
He couldt not know de tidings
Wherevon he had no vord;
Und derefore dis here quesdion
He makes to Hans: 'Old hoss,
I kess de vay you kit hier,
You kommed de Blains agross?'
'Nein, nein,' sayt Liederschnitzerl;
'I komm not ash you say.'
'Vell, den,' antworded Fritzerl,
'It pe's anoder vay.
If you komm de Blains not uber,
I see vot you hafe do:
You make an longer um-way
Und gross de Istmoos troo.'
'Nein, nein,' acain saidt Schnitzerl,
'Dat road I nefer know,
Und vas not ride de Istmoose!'
Cried Fritz, erstaunisched, 'SO
You komm de Blains not uber,
Nor gross de Istmoose troo?
Vell, den - to make de Horn aroundt
Vas all dat you could do!'
'I shvears py Gott!' says Schnitzerl,
'So sure as you vas porn,
Exshept oopon some ochsen
I nefer saw a horn.
Dat ish - mitwiles, too - while-en-I hafe von in mine hand,
Und trink to dy Gesundheit,
Im lieben Vaterland.'
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Erstaunished stoot der Fritzerl:
No wort herout brought he:
Und sinned, und sinned - den sighftserd.
'Potz blitz! how vash dis pe?'
Ontill a light from Himmel
Vlash down into him shtraight,
Ash Heafen in Yacob Bohme
Vlash from a bewter blate.
Den laut he cry, eye-shbarklin,
Ash droonk mit Truth tifine,
Like der Wahrheitseher Novalis:
'Herr Gott! es leuch't mir ein!
If you komm de Blains not over,
Nor py Horn, nor py canal,
Den I shwears you dis, Hans Schnitzerl,
Du bist not here at all!'
MORAL.
Go in for Wahrheit,
Und for Pure Reason seek;
If it land you in a pog-hole,
Den die dere - like a brick!
Gott brosber all logikers,
Und pless deir nople breed;
Und so ist komm zu ende
Dis Breitmanns letzte Lied.
~ Charles Godfrey Leland,

413:Himno A Los Voluntarios De La República
Voluntario de España, miliciano
de huesos fidedignos, cuando marcha a morir tu corazón,
cuando marcha a matar con su agonía
mundial, no sé verdaderamente
qué hacer, dónde ponerme; corro, escribo, aplaudo,
lloro, atisbo, destrozo, apagan, digo
a mi pecho que acabe, al que bien, que venga,
y quiero desgraciarme;
descúbrome la frente impersonal hasta tocar
el vaso de la sangre, me detengo,
detienen mi tamaño esas famosas caídas de arquitecto
con las que se honra el animal que me honra;
refluyen mis instintos a sus sogas,
humea ante mi tumba la alegría
y, otra vez, sin saber qué hacer, sin nada, déjame,
desde mi piedra en blanco, déjame,
solo,
cuadrumano, más acá, mucho más lejos,
al no caber entre mis manos tu largo rato extático,
quiebro con tu rapidez de doble filo
mi pequeñez en traje de grandeza!
Un día diurno, claro, atento, fértil
¡oh bienio, el de los lóbregos semestres suplicantes,
por el que iba la pólvora mordiéndose los codos!
¡oh dura pena y más duros pedernales!
!oh frenos los tascados por el pueblo!
Un día prendió el pueblo su fósforo cautivo, oró de cólera
y soberanamente pleno, circular,
cerró su natalicio con manos electivas;
arrastraban candado ya los déspotas
y en el candado, sus bacterias muertas...
¿Batallas? ¡No! Pasiones. Y pasiones precedidas
de dolores con rejas de esperanzas,
de dolores de pueblos con esperanzas de hombres!
¡Muerte y pasión de paz, las populares!
¡Muerte y pasión guerreras entre olivos, entendámosnos!
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Tal en tu aliento cambian de agujas atmosféricas los vientos
y de llave las tumbas en tu pecho,
tu frontal elevándose a primera potencia de martirio.
El mundo exclama: '¡Cosas de españoles!' Y es verdad.
Consideremos,
durante una balanza, a quema ropa,
a Calderon, dormido sobre la cola de un anfibio muerto
o a Cervantes, diciendo: 'Mi reino es de este mundo, pero
también del otro': ¡punta y filo en dos papeles!
Contemplemos a Goya, de hinojos y rezando ante un espejo,
a Coll, el paladín en cuyo asalto cartesiano
tuvo un sudor de nube el paso llano
o a Quevedo, ese abuelo instantáneo de los dinamiteros
o a Cajal, devorado por su pequeño infinito, o todavía
a Teresa, mujer que muere porque no muere
o a Lina Odena, en pugna en más de un punto con Teresa...
(Todo acto o voz genial viene del pueblo
y va hacia él, de frente o transmitidos
por incesantes briznas, por el humo rosado
de amargas contraseñas sin fortuna)
Así tu criatura, miliciano, así tu exangüe criatura,
agitada por una piedra inmóvil,
se sacrifica, apártase,
decae para arriba y por su llama incombustible sube,
sube hasta los débiles,
distribuyendo españas a los toros,
toros a las palomas...
Proletario que mueres de universo, ¡en qué frenética armonía
acabará tu grandeza, tu miseria, tu vorágine impelente,
tu violencia metódica, tu caos teórico y práctico, tu gana
dantesca, españolísima, de amar, aunque sea a traición,
a tu enemigo!
¡Liberador ceñido de grilletes,
sin cuyo esfuerzo hasta hoy continuaría sin asas la extensión,
vagarían acéfalos los clavos,
antiguo, lento, colorado, el día,
nuestros amados cascos, insepultos!
¡Campesino caído con tu verde follaje por el hombre,
con la inflexión social de tu meñique,
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con tu buey que se queda, con tu física,
también con tu palabra atada a un palo
y tu cielo arrendado
y con la arcilla inserta en tu cansancio
y la que estaba en tu uña, caminando!
¡Constructores
agrícolas, civiles y guerreros,
de la activa, hormigueante eternidad: estaba escrito
que vosotros haríais la luz, entornando
con la muerte vuestros ojos;
que, a la caída cruel de vuestras bocas,
vendrá en siete bandejas la abundancia, todo
en el mundo será de oro súbito
y el oro,
fabulosos mendigos de vuestra propia secreción de sangre,
y el oro mismo será entonces de oro!
¡Se amarán todos los hombres
y comerán tomados de las puntas de vuestros pañuelos tristes
y beberan en nombre
de vuestras gargantas infaustas!
Descansarán andando al pie de esta carrera,
sollozarán pensando en vuestras órbitas, venturosos
serán y al son
de vuestro atroz retorno, florecido, innato,
ajustarán mañana sus quehaceres, sus figuras soñadas y cantadas!
¡Unos mismos zapatos irán bien al que asciende
sin vías a su cuerpo
y al que baja hasta la forma de su alma!
¡Entrelazándose hablarán los mudos, los tullidos andarán!
¡Verán, ya de regreso, los ciegos
y palpitando escucharán los sordos!
¡Sabrán los ignorantes, ignorarán los sabios!
¡Serán dados los besos que no pudisteis dar!
¡Sólo la muerte morirá! ¡La hormiga
traerá pedacitos de pan al elefante encadenado
a su brutal delicadeza; volverán
los niños abortados a nacer perfectos, espaciales
y trabajarán todos los hombres,
engendrarán todos los hombres,
comprenderán todos los hombres!
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¡Obrero, salvador, redentor nuestro,
perdónanos, hermano, nuestras deudas!
Como dice un tambor al redoblar, en sus adagios:
qué jamás tan efímero, tu espalda!
qué siempre tan cambiante, tu perfil!
¡Voluntario italiano, entre cuyos animales de batalla
un león abisinio va cojeando!
¡Voluntario soviético, marchando a la cabeza de tu pecho universal!
¡Voluntarios del sur, del norte, del oriente
y tú, el occidental, cerrando el canto fúnebre del alba!
¡Soldado conocido, cuyo nombre
desfila en el sonido de un abrazo!
¡Combatiente que la tierra criara, armándote
de polvo,
calzándote de imanes positivos,
vigentes tus creencias personales,
distinto de carácter, íntima tu férula,
el cutis inmediato,
andándote tu idioma por los hombros
y el alma coronada de guijarros!
¡Voluntario fajado de tu zona fría,
templada o tórrida,
héroes a la redonda,
víctima en columna de vencedores:
en España, en Madrid, están llamando
a matar, voluntarios de la vida!
¡Porque en España matan, otros matan
al niño, a su juguete que se pára,
a la madre Rosenda esplendorosa,
al viejo Adán que hablaba en alta voz con su caballo
y al perro que dormía en la escalera.
Matan al libro, tiran a sus verbos auxiliares,
a su indefensa página primera!
Matan el caso exacto de la estatua,
al sabio, a su bastón, a su colega,
al barbero de al lado -me cortó posiblemente,
pero buen hombre y, luego, infortunado;
al mendigo que ayer cantaba enfrente,
a la enfermera que hoy pasó llorando,
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al sacerdote a cuestas con la altura tenaz de sus rodillas...
¡Voluntarios,
por la vida, por los buenos, matad
a la muerte, matad a los malos!
¡Hacedlo por la libertad de todos,
del explotado, del explotador,
por la paz indolora -la sospecho
cuando duermo al pie de mi frente
y más cuando circulo dando vocesy hacedlo, voy diciendo,
por el analfabeto a quien escribo,
por el genio descalzo y su cordero,
por los camaradas caídos,
sus cenizas abrazadas al cadáver de un camino!
Para que vosotros,
voluntarios de España y del mundo, vinierais,
soñé que era yo bueno, y era para ver
vuestra sangre, voluntarios...
De esto hace mucho pecho, muchas ansias,
muchos camellos en edad de orar.
Marcha hoy de vuestra parte el bien ardiendo,
os siguen con cariño los reptiles de pestaña inmanente
y, a dos pasos, a uno,
la dirección del agua que corre a ver su límite antes que arda.
~ Cesar Vallejo,

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