Tijdens de lange reis in het voetspoor van een onmogelijke romance had Eliza iets verworden dat even waardevol was als de liefde: vrijheid.
Lo peor es tenerle miedo al miedo.
The spotless order of barracks and the artificial peace of fear reigned everywhere.
Alma Belasco had caught her attention. She stood.
En el amor nadie piensa en la conveniencia.
Although the family was afraid that without him Lillian would soon shrivel up with grief, she showed them that death is not an insurmountable obstacle to communication between those who truly love each other.
Until Lillian’s death in 1973, Larry received her unconditional love, and according to the psychologist who saved his marriage, he could not expect the same from his wife; in marriage nothing is unconditional.
Despite all this, they considered themselves fortunate, because they were together. Other families had been split up; first the men had been taken off to what were known as relocation camps, then the women and children sent to another one. In some cases it was two or three years before they were reunited.
A cada uno le llega el momento de alcanzar su nivel de incompetencia.
It makes no sense to suffer in advance a misfortune that may never occur.
All the women and girls she knew, free or not, belonged to a man: father, husband, or Jesus.
And what are we going to tell people?” exclaimed Doris. “That I’m old and crazy. That wouldn’t be far off the mark,” Alma replied.
The Belascos’ garden remained deaf to the defamatory propaganda campaign against the Japanese, who were accused of unfair competition against American farmers and fishermen, threatening white women’s virtue with their insatiable lust, and corrupting American society by their Oriental, anti-Christian ways.
At the age of twenty-two, suspecting their time was limited, Ichimei and she had gorged on love to enjoy it to the full, but the more they tried to exhaust it, the wilder their desire became, and whoever says that every flame must sooner or later be extinguished is wrong, because there are passions that blaze on until destiny destroys them with a swipe of its paw, and even then hot embers remain that need only a breath of oxygen to be rekindled.
I haven’t forgotten. But if I fail you, you can rely on Cathy.
For Isaac’s protection he had a blue Turkish evil eye and a painted tin hand of Fatima hanging from the bedpost; a candle was always lit on his chest of drawers, next to Hebrew and Christian Bibles and a jar of holy water that one of the domestic staff had brought from the Shrine of Saint Jude.
We get along really well, it seems to me, although he still grunts at me every once in a while. I don’t pay any attention. I remember that when I met him, he struck me as surly, but in these months of living together I’ve discovered he’s one of those guys who’s ashamed of his own kind heart. He makes no effort to be nice and gets frightened when someone grows fond of him; that’s why he’s a little scared of me.
Dicen que nunca se termina un libro, que simplemente el autor se da por vencido.
Their most notable defect was that they considered work a virtue, even manual labor. They were materialists, conquerors, and they were infused with a messianic enthusiasm for reforming those who did not think as they did; they did not, however, represent an immediate threat to civilization. No.
Gervasio Lonquimay.