La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
A home isn’t always the house we live in. It’s also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
A home isn’t always the house we live in. It’s also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
“(…) That. It’s—unfortunate. We get trapped in our own little bubbles, and even though the world is a wide and mysterious place, our bubbles keep us safe from that. To our detriment.” She sighed. “But it’s so easy because there’s something soothing about routine. Day in and day out, it’s always the same. When we’re shaken from that, when that bubble bursts, it can be hard to understand all that we’ve missed. We might even fear it. Some of us even fight to try and get it back. I don’t know that I would fight for it, but I did exist in a bubble.”
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
Hate is loud, but I think you’ll learn it’s because it’s only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard. You might not ever be able to change their minds, but so long as you remember you’re not alone, you will overcome.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
“She was vicious, but she only used words.” “Words can hurt too,” Lucy told him. “I know. But we must pick and choose our fights. Just because someone else acts a certain way, doesn’t mean we should respond in kind. It’s what makes us different. It’s what makes us good.” |
La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
But even if you have bad dreams, you must remember they’re only that: dreams. You will always wake from them. And they will fade, eventually. I’ve found that waking from a bad dream brings a sense of relief unlike anything else in the world. It means what you were seeing wasn’t real. |
La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
When something is broken, you can put it back together. It may not fit quite the same, or work like it did once before, but that doesn’t mean it’s no longer useful.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
He dreams. Is that understood, I wonder? He dreams of a future that he may never have. And while his dreams may seem small, they are still his and his alone.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
I told him that while it was okay to want to feel small, he shouldn’t forget that he can be big when he wants to. I hope it wasn’t too out of line.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
It’s not about need, Linus. That’s not what gift giving is for. It’s about the joy that someone is thinking of you.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
There’s a surface to you that’s hard but cracked. Dig a little deeper, and there is all this life teeming wildly. It’s a conundrum.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
But the longer they remain hidden, the harder it will be when the time comes. This place … this island. You said it yourself. It isn’t forever. There’s a whole wide world beyond the sea, and while it may not be a fair world, they have to know what else is out there. This can’t be everything.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
“Humanity is so weird. If we’re not laughing, we’re crying or running for our lives because monsters are trying to eat us. And they don’t even have to be real monsters. They could be the ones we make up in our heads. Don’t you think that’s weird?” “I suppose. But I’d rather be that way than the alternative.” “Which is?” “Not feeling anything at all.” |
La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
Exactly. To err is to be human, irrational or not. And while some mistakes are bigger than others, if we learn from them, we become better people. Even if we have spiders in our brains.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
The things we fear the most are often the things we should fear the least. It’s irrational, but it’s what makes us human. And if we’re able to conquer those fears, then there is nothing we’re not capable of.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
The fact that I must become a conversationalist in addition to my current duties is vexing.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
And I refuse to believe that a person’s path is set in stone. A person is more than where they come from. Than the sum of their parts. |
La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
Change often starts with the smallest of whispers. Like-minded people building it up to a roar.
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La casa en el mar más azul de TJ Klune
The world is a weird and wonderful place. Why must we try and explain it all away? For our personal satisfaction?
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