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1. "Nous possédons tous le même sang rouge et dans la poitrine de chacun bat un même muscle, le myocarde que, dans toutes les langues mais avec des mots différents, nous appelons le coeur."
Author: Albahari, David
2. "—Eso es todo. Ese día mi abuelo me explicó que nosotros somos distintos de los animales, que solo hacen lo que su naturaleza les dicta. En cambio, nosotros somos libres. Es el mayor don que hemos recibido. Gracias a la libertad podemos convertirnos en algo distinto de lo que somos. La libertad nos permite soñar y los sueños son la sangre de nuestra vida, aunque a veces cuestan algún azote y un largo viaje. «Jamás renuncies a tus sueños. Nunca tengas miedo de soñar, por mucho que los demás se rían de ti», eso me dijo mi abuelo, «pues si lo haces renunciarías a ser tú mismo». Aún recuerdo los ojos brillantes con que subrayó sus palabras."
Author: Alessandro D'Avenia
3. "-¿Pero cómo se te ocurrió cantar?- le pregunté.-Qué otra cosa se me iba a ocurrir si me habías tenido toda la tarde con el estribillo ese del verde que brota del mar, y la boquita de sangre marchita que tiene el coral. Me dormí repitiéndola y de tanto decirla ya no sabía si las borrachas eran las ojeras o las palmeras."
Author: Ángeles Mastretta
4. "I'd never even been to Wrigley Field. I never even enjoyed baseball that much, but I loved being there, the crowd was lovely, and they all sang with me!"
Author: Bea Arthur
5. "Le dernier acte est sanglant, quelque belle soit la comédie en tout le reste."
Author: Blaise Pascal
6. "(La risa) es una reina que viene y va. No le pregunta a nadie, no elige los momentos adecuados (...), la Reina Risa viene a mi y me grita al oído: ¡Aquí estoy! ¡Aquí estoy!, hasta que la sangre regresa y trae a mis mejillas un poco de la luz del sol que siempre lleva consigo."
Author: Bram Stoker
7. "Ama-a, ama-a, ama-a. Se ela favorecer-te, ama-a. Se ela ferir-te, ama-a. Se ela te despedaçar o coração, que à medida que envelhecer e ficar mais forte, sangrará mais, ama-a, ama-a, ama-a!"
Author: Charles Dickens
8. "She sang.Loudly. Cheerfully. Defiantly."The sun will come up, to-mor-row..."If the man battling the elements heard her, he gave no indication. She finished the songs she knew from Annie, then started on Phantom of the Opera.Tally sang to keep the fear tamped down.She sang to defy the storm.She sang to make sure God knew where she was since she couldn't think of an appropriate prayer.And she sincerely hoped He liked show tunes."
Author: Cherry Adair
9. "Ecco dove accadde. Lei è stata qui. Questi leoni di pietra, ora senza testa, l'hanno fissata. Questa fortezza, una volta inespugnabile, cumulo di pietre ora, fu l'ultima cosa che vide. Un nemico da tempo dimenticato e i secoli, sole, pioggia, vento, l'hanno spianata. Immutato il cielo, un blocco d'azzurro intenso, alto, distante. Vicine, ogg come ieri, le mura ciclopiche che orientano il cammino: verso la porta dal cui fondo non fiotta più sangue. Nelle tenebre. Nel macello. E sola. Con questo racconto vado nella morte. Termino qui, impotente, e niente, niente di quello che avrei potuto fare o non fare, volere o pensare, mi avrebbe condotto a una meta diversa. Più profondamente di ogni altro moto dell'animo, più profondamente persino della mia paura, mi impregna, mi corrode, mi avvelena l'indifferenza dei celesti verso noi terreni. Naufragata l'audace impresa di opporre il nostro debole calore alla loro gelidità."
Author: Christa Wolf
10. "Though many strive to hide their human libidinousness from themselves and each other, being a force of nature, it breaks through. Lots of uptight, proper Americans were scandalized by the way Elvis moved his hips when he sang "rock and roll." But how many realized what the phrase rock and roll meant? Cultural historian Michael Ventura, investigating the roots of African-American music, found that rock 'n' roll was a term that originated in the juke joints of the South. Long in use by the time Elvis appeared, Ventura explains the phrase "hadn't meant the name of a music, it meant 'to fuck.' 'Rock,' by itself, has pretty much meant that, in those circles, since the twenties at least." By the mid-1950s, when the phrase was becoming widely used in mainstream culture, Ventura says the disc jockeys "either didn't know what they were saying or were too sly to admit what they knew."
Author: Christopher Ryan
11. "Dan aku bertanya: apakah yang sanggup mengubah gumpal luka menjadi intanYang membekukan air mata menjadi kristal garam?Sahabatku menjawab: WaktuHanya waktu yang mampu"
Author: Dee
12. "She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars. It was springtime on the North Island. It was springtime for the world."
Author: Diana Peterfreund
13. "We started out when I was 6 years old. We played ukuleles and sang Everly Brothers songs."
Author: Edgar Winter
14. "He read it over twenty times and though the darkness that sang on held steady about him, the unhurried words fell bright through his mind, going down golden through deep water, and when one passed another came, ceaselessly, shining."
Author: Elizabeth Spencer
15. "Für niemand ist die Erde so viel wie für den Soldaten. Wenn er sich an sie presst, lange, heftig, wenn er sich tief mit dem Gesicht und mit den Gliedern in sie hineinwühlt in der Todesangst des Feuers, dann ist sie sein einziger Freund, sein Bruder, seine Mutter, er stöhnt seine Furcht und seine Schreie in ihr Schweigen und ihre Geborgenheit, sie nimmt sie auf und entlässt ihn wieder zu neuen zehn Sekunden Lauf und Leben, fasst ihn wieder und manchmal für immer."
Author: Erich Maria Remarque
16. "No.. no questo tipo no, non è capace. Questo vuole prendere tutto, arraffare tutto, non sa rinunciare a niente; cambia strada ogni giorno perché ha paura di perdere quella giusta, e sta morendo, come dissanguato."
Author: Federico Fellini
17. "Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: Those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind them lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be."
Author: Francis Spufford
18. "Trong t?t c? nh?ng th? du?c vi?t ra, ta ch? yêu nh?ng gì du?c tác gi? vi?t b?ng máu c?a mình. Nguoi vi?t b?ng máu di, r?i nguoi s? bi?t du?c r?ng máu chính là tinh th?n.Hi?u m?t dòng máu xa l? không ph?i là di?u d?: ta thù ghét t?t c? nh?ng k? vô công r?i ngh? ng?i d?c sách.K? nào dã bi?t rõ d?c gi? thì s? ch?ng làm gì cho ngu?i d?c gi? n?a. Hãy còn c? m?t th? k? d?c gi? n?a,- và chính tinh th?n cung s? b?c mùi hôi th?i.Dành cho m?i ngu?i quy?n h?c d?c, r?t cu?c l?i làm h?i d?n nh?ng van t?, nhung c? tu tu?ng n?a.Xua kia tinh th?n là thu?ng d?, r?i tinh th?n tr? thành ngu?i, r?i bây gi? nó hóa thành dám ti?n dân.K? nào dùng máu mình d? vi?t nh?ng châm ngôn d?u không mu?n du?c d?c d?n, nhung mu?n du?c h?c thu?c lòng.Trên mi?n núi cao, con du?ng ng?n nh?t là con du?ng d?n t? d?nh này sang d?nh kia; nhung mu?n theo con du?ng ?y, nguoi ph?i có dôi chân v?n d?m. Nh?ng châm ngôn ph?i là nh?ng d?nh cao, vì nh?ng k? mà ta ng? l?i ph?i là nh?ng con ngu?i cao d?i tráng ki?n."
Author: Friedrich Nietzsche
19. "Catelyn had never liked this godswood.She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers."
Author: George R.R. Martin
20. "The Lurking Fear:Shrieking, slithering, torrential shadows of red viscous madness chasing one another through endless, ensanguined condors of purple fulgurous sky... formless phantasms and kaleidoscopic mutations of a ghoulish, remembered scene; forests of monstrous over-nourished oaks with serpent roots twisting and sucking unnamable juices from an earth verminous with millions of cannibal devils; mound-like tentacles groping from underground nuclei of polypous perversion... insane lightning over malignant ivied walls and demon arcades choked with fungous vegetation... Heaven be thanked for the instinct which led me unconscious to places where men dwell; to the peaceful village that slept under the calm stars of clearing skies."
Author: H.P. Lovecraft
21. "I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse.... To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing. It is to you, Tania, that I am singing. I wish that I could sing better, more melodiously, but then perhaps you would never have consented to listen to me. You have heard the others sing and they have left you cold. They sang too beautifully, or not beautifully enough."
Author: Henry Miller
22. "Pero aquel que se siente tocado por mi lanza no tarda en expirar. Su esposa se desgarra las mejillas, quedan sus hijos huérfanos y enrojece él la tierra con su sangre, y se corrompe, y hay en torno suyo más aves de rapiña que hembras gemebundas"
Author: Homer
23. "Så i dette forferdelige øyeblikket i ekteskapet sitt klamret han seg av alle krefter til støvsugerens vuggesang mens han lurte på om han noen sinne ville bli så heldig at han igjen ville kunne ignorere den."
Author: J.R. Ward
24. "He was in love, very much in love; and it was a love which, operating on an active, sanguine spirit, of more warmth than delicacy, made her affection appear of greater consequence, because it was witheld, and determined him to have the glory, as well as the felicity of forcing her to love him."
Author: Jane Austen
25. "I don't care how happily married you are or how deeply enmeshed you are with your children and family and career -- every woman needs a couple of chicks who'll break out the sangria just because you need to vent."
Author: Jen Lancaster
26. "Marvin: – La necrofilia ce l'abbiamo sepolta dentro. Uno dei miei libri, Storia della tortura e della morte, parla delle atrocità che abbiamo commesso in nome della giustizia e della vendetta. Spesso erano peggiori dei crimini originali. L'uomo è un animale sanguinario."
Author: Joe R. Lansdale
27. "Sangue Frio era tão desdenhoso que inclusive desdenhava de Deus. «Não confio em sujeitos ubíquos». Coragem, na opinião dele, era estar ao mesmo tempo num único lugar."
Author: José Eduardo Agualusa
28. "...agora estavam chorando todos, a viúva e os seus nove filhos, e ela não sabia a qual acudir, ajoelhou-se enfim no chão, exaurida de forças, e as crianças vieram para ela e rodearam-na, um cacho vivo que não precisava ser pisado para verter esse branco sangue que é a lágrima."
Author: José Saramago
29. "Mia cara, il tuo piccolo cuore è ferito; non giudicarmi crudele perché obbedisco all'irresistibile legge della mia forza e della mia debolezza. Se il tuo piccolo cuore è ferito, anche il mio sanguina con il tuo. Nell'estasi della mia grande umiliazione, io vivo nella tua calda vita e tu morirai.., morirai dolcemente.., nella mia vita. Non posso farne a meno; come io mi avvicino a te, così tu, a tua volta, ti accosterai ad altri, e capirai l'estasi di questa crudeltà che è sempre amore; così, per ora, non cercare di sapere più niente di me e di te, ma abbi fiducia in me con tutta la tua anima appassionata»."
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
30. "A cada sucesiva derrota hay un acercamiento a la mutación final, y que el hombre no es sino que busca ser, proyecta ser, manoteando entre palabras y conducta y alegría salpicada de sangre y otras retóricas como esta."
Author: Julio Cortázar
31. "I sang before I acted, but I always wanted to do them simultaneously."
Author: Kevin McHale
32. "And as they walked along he sang "Tol-de-ri-de-oh!" at every step, he felt so gay."
Author: L. Frank Baum
33. "It was a ridiculous question. Did I _love_ Char? Did I feel about Char the same way I feel about the Beatles, string instruments in pop songs, the way Little Anthony sang high notes, the way Jerry Lee Lewis played piano?"
Author: Leila Sales
34. "It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish.I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead."
Author: Maggie Stiefvater
35. "His or her parents as something separate from the adult world and not particularly consequential. One girl from a working-class family—Katie Brindle—sang"
Author: Malcolm Gladwell
36. "I never sang for a Grammy, for money, for fame. That's my whole purpose for singing: for people, for the fans."
Author: Mavis Staples
37. "Tutto passa. Le sofferenze, i tormenti, il sangue, la fame e la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, e le stelle invece rimarranno, quando anche le ombre dei nostri corpi e delle nostre azioni più non saranno sulla terra. Non esiste uomo che non lo sappia. Perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere il nostro sguardo alle stelle?"
Author: Mikhail Bulgakov
38. "I sang from my belly, from my intricate system of female parts, and from those sacs inside me that wouldn't show up on an ultrasound but held all the rocks and stones and broken glass of want and need I'd managed to collect in seventeen years."
Author: Nina Malkin
39. "Una rosa se despertó en su sangre y ensombreció sus mejillas. Un agitado aliento separó los pétalos de sus labios, que temblaron. Sobre ella sopló algún viento sur de pasión y movió los delicados pliegos de su vestido"
Author: Oscar Wilde
40. "O tempo, o tempo, o tempo e suas águas inflamáveis, esse rio largo que não cansa de correr, lento e sinuoso, ele próprio reconhecendo seus caminhos, recolhendo e filtrando de vária direção o caldo turvo dos afluentes e o sangue ruivo de outros canais para com eles construir a razão mística da história..."
Author: Raduan Nassar
41. "I always was drawn to the performing arts. I started dancing when I was two. I sang, loved to act, and loved going to visit my mom on-set. But she wanted me to have a normal childhood, so I wasn't really allowed to pursue acting till I got older."
Author: Rainey Qualley
42. "Did I live the spring I'd sought?It's true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumber at my feet.Yet days aren't lulled by lyric song,like morning birds they pass along,o'er crests of trees, to none belong;o'er crests of trees of drying dew,their larking flight, my hands, eschewThus I'll say it once and true…From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered."
Author: Roman Payne
43. "Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood."
Author: Rudolfo Anaya
44. "I sing really well, my friends say. I don't like my voice, but I sang on stage during the Sahara awards a few years ago, so I don't mind singing."
Author: Suresh Raina
45. "All this blackness was within him, but that was where it really mattered. It was night without moon or stars, it was a doorless pit in the earth's bowels, it was forever. He felt black ice growing, blooming in his veins. One last sharp feeling was left to him--the bitter taste of failure. Then that went too. All was nothing. Cold and everlasting night, and an everlasting laughter that was older and colder than the stars he would never see again. His heart squirmed wildly in his chest, seeking an escape that was denied it. Laughter like a glacier came again, rolling and crushing all else before it. A bird sang."
Author: Susan Dexter
46. "My musical heroes are people like Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie who wrote and sang real songs for real people; for everyone, old, young, and in between."
Author: Tom Chapin
47. "He had never felt so happy in the whole of his life! Without a word they made it up. They walked down to the lake. He had twenty minutes of perfect happiness. Her voice, her laugh, her dress (something floating, white, crimson), her spirit, her adventurousness; she made them all disembark and explore the island; she startled a hen; she laughed; she sang. And all the time, he knew perfectly well, Dalloway was falling in love with her; she was falling in love with Dalloway; but it didn't seem to matter. Nothing mattered. They sat on the ground and talked - he and Clarissa. They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort. And then in a second it was over. He said to himself as they were getting into the boat, "She will marry that man," dully, without any resentment; but it was an obvious thing. Dalloway would marry Clarissa."
Author: Virginia Woolf
48. "Redoutez des liens formés par l' imprudence.Le crime quelquefois suit de près l' innocence.Le coeur peut se tromper ; l' amour et ses douceurspourront coûter, Palmire, et du sang et des pleurs"
Author: Voltaire
49. "It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made."
Author: Wallace Stevens
50. "That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see'st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expireConsumed with that which it was nourish'd by.This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long."
Author: William Shakespeare

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Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her."
Author: Anaïs Nin

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