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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28 diciembre, 2010

Absence makes the heart grow fonder


Many times, when something occurs, we think that it should not have happened this particular way. That is why we think - when we experience defeat, the death of a beloved one... -, that everything has finished. But that is not true. That is, always, a new beginning, because greatness is reached, not when everything goes well, but when we have been deceived, when sadness has invaded you, when life expects too much of you. Therefore, only when being in the greatest depth of the valley, can one know the magnificence of standing on the peak of the mountain.

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