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“You put your head under the pillow and pray. You hope that somehow doing that, everything will mend itself back together and you would not have to die. You pray for some kind of sorcery to occur which would wash away this day from your life. Hope is your best friend. Its embrace is all you yearn for at times like these. It is your only lullaby. Slowly but surely, its music slows your heart down. And that’s when all the tears are enough for you to fall asleep on.”

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Book:And Comets Pass Away
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“we had the goldfish and they went around and around in the bowl on the table near the purple drapes across our front picture window and my mother, poor fish, always smiling, wanting to appear happy, she always told me, "be happy, Henry," and she was right: it's better to be happy if you can be but my father beat her two or three times a week while raging through his 6 foot two frame because he couldn't defeat what was attacking him. my mother, poor fish, poor goldfish, poor nothing fish, wanting to be happy, being beaten two or three times a week and telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile! why don't you smile? and then, she always did to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw upon the earth, like hell and hell and hell and hell, and nothing else one day all the goldfish died, all five of them, they floated on top of the water, on their sides, the eye on each top side still open, and when my father got home he threw them to the cat there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother smiled”

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Author:Charles Bukowski
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“El caso es que toda mi existencia era, al final, un montón de hilos de los que había tirado en algún momento, pero que siempre había terminado por cortar antes de que pudiesen hacerse lo suficientemente largos como para ser resistentes. (...) No tenía mucho más. Curiosamente, me di cuenta de que todos los había cortado por mi cuenta, como si una parte de mí huyese de la compañía, de la amistad, del amor, de todo lo bueno. Quizá buscaba la tristeza, la soledad, la desdicha. Quizá las perseguía.”

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Book:Nosotros en la Luna
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