Sometimes I hate reading

cause it makes me want to be a writer, to be completely (or at least somewhat) original. To make up characters and stories that are actually good enough to make it worthwhile reading. To come up with little phrases that sound so good, something that used to be so obvious will now have a different way of being itself because this certain person made it sound so much better. To simply be able to explain a personal experience and thought in a way that makes sense to everyone else.

They were good and they were bad. But they were different. ~ in The Good Guy, by: Dean Koontz.

I was torn between fear and desire - the fear of the unknown and the desire for the unknown. ~ in The Sixteen Pleasures, by: Roberte Hellenga

Es decir, la vida se da junto lo grande y lo pequeño. Pero como estamos siempre viviendo en lo pequeño no alcanzamos a darnos cuenta de qué parte de lo grande es lo pequeño que hacemos. ~ en El Baile de la Victoria, por: Antonio Skármeta

Una vez había leído que las cosas nunca son como suceden, sino como las recordamos, y Alejandra me estaba recordando que todo podía ser también como lo imaginemos. ~ en Libro de Mal Amor, por: Fernando Iwasaki

The piece I hadn't understood was that building a family is the most basic requirement for being a legitimate adult; it is the step required to prove that your life is evolving, your trajectory forward. Without this demonstration of your protogenerative power you're simply stuck in place, or maybe sliding backwards, becoming extinct. ~ in The Good Patient, by: Kristin Waterfield Duisberg

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo. Para cuando la razón es capaz de entender lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiadas profundas. ~ en La Sombra del Viento, por: Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Hay ocasiones en que dejamos pasar una chispa de felicidad, un momento placentero que se nos escapa porque no sabemos identificarlo. Más tarde, cuando ya está lejos, somos capaces de reconocerlo. Lo echamos de menos sin haberlo vivido. ~ en Pasiones Romanas, por: María de la Pau Janer

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still susprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist. ~ in The History of Love, by: Nicole Strauss

Lo suyo era sacrificarse por quienes tenía más cerca, y yo me preguntaba: ¿el sacrificio está del lado de la felicidad o del de la infelicidad? ~ en El Tiempo de las Mujeres, por: Ignacio Martínez de Pisón

We wish for a symmetry of feeling, but we rarely get it. It is painful to be the one who loves more, and painful to be the one who loves less. ~ in Breakable You, by: Brian Morton