"Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear they won’t get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved, and they will open up like a flower. I’m reminded of a verse: ‘The painter’s brush touched the inchoate face with ends of nimble bristles.’"
- M. Gustave - “The Grand Budapest Hotel”
"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"
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El amor se trata de encontrar un poco de nosotros en otros brazos.
Se trata de crear, de hacernos, de desaprender.
Se trata también, no de cambiarnos, sino de transformarnos.
Se trata de ser libres, de caminar o volar sin temor a caer.
Se trata de abrir cielos, de soportar los vientos…
"I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them."
"I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live."