Looking for Alaska – John Green.

 

¡Dios mío!, no voy a ser una de esas personas que se sientan y hablan de las cosas que van a hacer. Simplemente voy a hacerlas. Imaginar un futuro es un tipo de nostalgia.

 

Así que regresé a mi habitación y caí sobre la litera inferior, pensando que si las personas fueran lluvia, yo sería una llovizna, y ella, un huracán.

 

—Tomamos la ruta larga a casa —explicó Takumi—. Además, el Gordo camina como una viejecita con hemorroides porque el cisne le mordió el trasero.

 

Llega un momento en que nos damos cuenta de que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros, que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo, tarde o temprano, la corriente los arrastra hacia el mar, y que, en pocas palabras, todos nos vamos.

 

Yo me hice de una biografía del revolucionario argentino Ernesto Che Guevara (…) Comencé por el final, como hago a veces con las biografías que no tengo la intención de leer de principio a fin, y encontré sus últimas palabras sin mucho buscar. Capturado por el ejército boliviano, Guevara dijo: “Dispara, cobarde. Sólo vas a matar a un hombre.”

 

El Islam y el Cristianismo prometen el paraíso eterno a los fieles. Y ese es un opiato poderoso, sin duda, la esperanza de una mejor vida posterior. Pero hay una historia sufí que desafía la noción de que la gente cree únicamente porque necesita un opiato. A Rabe’a al-Adiwiyah, una gran mujer santa del sufismo, se le vio correr por las calles del pueblo, Basra, cargando una antorcha en una mano y una cubeta de agua en la otra. Cuando alguien le preguntó qué hacía, respondió: “Voy a verter esta cubeta de agua sobre las llamas del infierno; luego usaré esta antorcha para quemar las puertas del cielo para que la gente no ame a Dios por desear estar en el cielo, ni por temor al infierno, sino porque es Dios.”

 

Ahora creo que somos más grandes que la suma de nuestras partes. Si tomas el código genético de Alaska y añades sus experiencias de vida y las relaciones que tuvo con las personas y luego tomas el tamaño y la forma de su cuerpo, no la podrías concebir de nuevo. Habría algo más del todo. Hay una parte de ella más grande que la suma de sus partes conocidas. Y esa parte se tiene que ir a algún lado, porque no se puede destruir.

 

Cuando los adultos dicen: “Los adolescentes piensan que son invencibles”, con esa sonrisa mañosa y estúpida en sus rostros, no saben cuán en lo cierto están. Necesitamos no perder nunca la esperanza, porque nunca nos podemos romper de forma irreparable. Creemos que somos invencibles porque lo somos. No podemos nacer y no podemos morir. Como toda la energía, sólo podemos cambiar de formas, tamaños y manifestaciones.  Ellos olvidan eso al envejecer. Temen perder y fracasar. Pero esa parte nuestra, más grande que la suma de nuestras partes, no puede nacer ni puede morir, así que no puede fracasar.

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Pulp Fiction – Quentin Tarantino.

 

—You read the Bible, Brett?
—Yes.
—Well, there’s this passage I’ve got memorized that sort of fits this occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of the evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee!

—Don’t you hate that?
—What?
—Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
—I don’t know. That’s a good question.
—That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Lincoln – Steven Spielberg.

 

Euclid’s first common notion is this: Things which are equal to the same things are equal to each other. That’s a rule of mathematical reasoning and its true because it works – has done and always will do. In his book Euclid says this is self evident. You see there it is even in that 2000 year old book of mechanical law it is the self evident truth that things which are equal to the same things are equal to each other.

No one is loved as much as you by the people. Don’t waste that power.

Life of Pi – Ang Lee.

 

Thank you Vishnu, for introducing me to Christ.

—Faith is a house with many rooms.
—But no room for doubt?
—Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested.

I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Above all: don’t lose hope.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“He’s my whole world.”

“Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.” That was my mom.

“Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it’s no excuse.”

I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity.”

But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

There’s nothing like the deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. It was that great.

“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”

She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t.

It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like, I’ll tell them.

So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?

I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.