Fear of the future/ Rafael Chirbes
“The only animal that laughs and suffers is the human being. The only one that moans, looking towards the future. Nobody else, neither mineral, nor plant, nor animal. Fear is the vision of the future, and nobody else thinks about the future, only the man. He calculates his future. The animal does not calculate the future, and the future, the fear of the future, is the root of all suffering.”
He kissed her/ Scott Fitzgerald
Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder. His heart beat faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
