La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) always talks like that, statements in place of questions, imperatives that sound like invitations.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) always talks like that, statements in place of questions, imperatives that sound like invitations.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
But, there, blooming amid the sorrow, is a terrible relief. Every moment since she left Villon, she has feared the loss of this last token. Now that it is gone, there is a guilty gladness tucked among the grief. This last, brittle thread to her old life has broken, and Addie has been set well, and truly, and forcibly free. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
The darkness has granted her freedom from death, perhaps, but not from this. Not from suffering. It will be years before she learns the true meaning of that word, but in this moment, as she walks into the thickening dusk, she is still relieved to be alive. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) it is sad, of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“I do not want to belong to anyone but myself. I want to be free. Free to live, and to find my own way, to love, or to be alone, but at least it is my choice, and I am so tired of not having choices, so scared of the years rushing past beneath my feet. I do not want to die as I’ve lived, which is no life at all.”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) when she died, he packed up all her books and brought them down to sell, and it’s like letting her go in pieces. Selling off his grief.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
There is a rhythm to moving through the world alone. You discover what you can and cannot live without, the simple necessities and small joys that define a life. Not food, not shelter, not the basic things a body needs—those are, for her, a luxury—but the things that keep you sane. That bring you joy. That make life bearable. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
The words ache, even as she thinks them, the game giving way to want, a thing too genuine, too dangerous. And so, even in her imagination, she guides the conversation back to safer roads.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
She looks back, and says, “Don’t forget me in the meantime.” An old habit. A superstition. A plea. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
She catches her reflection in the hall mirror and notices what everyone notices: the seven freckles, scattered like a band of stars across her nose and cheeks. Her own private constellation. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Addie estudia el corte de sus ropas, contempla la ausencia de corsés con varillas o faldas abultadas, y piensa, no por primera vez y desde luego no por última, lo sencillo que sería ser un hombre, con qué facilidad se mueven por el mundo y qué poco se les pide a cambio.
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Una obsesión perversa de V. E. Schwab
-Y cuando te preguntas por algo -prosiguió Eli-, ¿no significa que una parte de ti quiere creer en eso? Yo creo que, en la vida, queremos demostrar las cosas, más de lo que queremos refutarlas. Queremos creer.
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ExtraOrdinarios de V. E. Schwab
No podía soportar la idea de que alguien más tuviera el control. Pero el destino y la fe van de la mano. Creí. Confié. Escuché.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Me lo has dado todo, Henry. Pero necesito que hagas una cosa más. —Apoya su frente contra la de él—. Necesito que me recuerdes
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Concilio de sombras de V. E. Schwab
-Todos estamos aquí por una razón, Bard. Algunas razones simplemente son más grandes que otras. Así que supongo que no tengo miedo de quién eres o, incluso, de lo que eres. Tengo miedo de por qué eres.
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El puente de las almas de V. E. Schwab
Eso es lo que significa estar vivo. Todos los días, tanto si eres una persona normal como si eres una intermedia. Corres tanto como puedes, pero la Muerte siempre te alcanza
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Déjà vu. Déjà su. Déjà vécu. Ya visto. Ya conocido. Ya vivido |
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