Revenge is a dish best served cold


A theory states that

People observe the colours of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. I make a point to notice them.

The Book Thief
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22 diciembre, 2010

Are you hoping for a miracle?



To see a world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour


William Blake

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