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“When children become teenagers, their feelings are often invalidated by others because they have a hard time expressing them. They can’t find the words to use so adults deem their emotions as a “stage of adolescence.” As a result, everything beautiful and raw about life is reduced to a phase they're supposed to grow out of. Although how often is our growth just abandonment? Some people don’t mature, they just run away from their problems faster than they used to and happen to age. We greatly underestimate the tragedy of leaving behind the unaddressed. Many of our most intuitive and sincere experiences are lost to time. It is one of life’s saddest deficits”

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“No one’s ever brought me flowers before,” said Mr. Kidswatter. “You may not believe this, Louis, but I don’t have many friends.” He put his hand on Louis’s shoulder. “You’re like a son to me,” he said. “And you’re a maggot-infested string bean,” muttered Louis. “What?” asked Mr. K. “I said, you’re a magnificent human being.”

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“But everything else appealed too, all the paraphernalia that went with making marks on paper: fresh exercise books full of lined pages just waiting to be filled, botany books with one page lined and one page blank, project books with blank pages throughout, sketchbooks for drawing, rulers, paste, scissors, fountain pens, nibs, ink, lead pencils, erasers. They were best when new, of course, when everything lay ahead of them, and before any mistakes and erasures had occurred. Which is no doubt why I loved them, because they were promise made manifest.”

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“When children become teenagers, their feelings are often invalidated by others because they have a hard time expressing them. They can’t find the words to use so adults deem their emotions as a “stage of adolescence.” As a result, everything beautiful and raw about life is reduced to a phase they’ll grow out of. Although how often is our growth just abandonment? Some people don’t mature, they just run away from their problems faster than they used to and happen to age. We greatly underestimate the tragedy of leaving behind the unaddressed. Many of our most intuitive and sincere experiences are lost to time. It is one of life’s saddest deficits.”

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Book:Cardiac Ablation
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“La escuela nunca había tenido importancia para papá. Mamá nos plantaba y nos trasplantaba siguiendo el ritmo de sus diagnósticos y convicciones, mientras él permanecía en su universo privado, inaccesible, donde sus hijas entraban de vez en cuando como motivos pequeñitos de un cuadro mayor que sólo él conocía. Siempre había dejado esas decisiones en manos de mamá, que lidiaba guerras incomprensibles con los curas y las monjas de los colegios, alentaba rencores con padres y maestros de los que nosotras salíamos exiliadas a un nuevo círculo de desconocidos. Lejos de ser traumáticas, esas migraciones escolares fueron para mí como pequeñas excursiones en las que aprendí pronto el valor del anonimato; disfrutaba de sentirme al margen de los juegos de las otras niñas, de saberme transitoria en ese lugar. Conocer los ritmos y las formas de otras escuelas me hacía sentirme superior, más allá de las rencillas y miedos particulares que a las otras tanto podían preocupar. Intuía que el verdadero peligro era no saberse el guion o no ejecutarlo con suficiente elocuencia. Con una soberbia protectora que a veces se manifestaba como aislamiento y otras como esporádicos momentos de liderazgo, asombraba a mis maestras por mi capacidad de adaptación y de ganar nuevos amigos cuando para mí eran en realidad como los muñequitos troquelados en papel: perfectos en su mundo circular, todos iguales, todos descartables.”

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