{"quotes":[{"text":"There, on the far side of of the Atlantic, would be Maine, but despite the shared ocean, her island and this one were worlds apart. Where Inishmaan was gray and brown, its fragile man-made soil supporting only the hardiest of low-growing plants, the fertile Quinnipeague invited tall pines in droves, not to mention vegetables, flowers, and improbable, irrepressible herbs. Lifting her head, eyes closed now, she breathed in the damp Irish air and the bit of wood smoke that drifted on the cold ocean wind. Quinnipeague smelled of wood smoke, too, since early mornings there could be chilly, even in summer. But the wood smoke would clear by noon, giving way to the smell of lavender, balsam, and grass. If the winds were from the west, there would be fry smells from the Chowder House; if from the south, the earthiness of the clam flats; if from the northeast, the purity of sweet salt air.","author":"Barbara Delinsky","tags":["atlantic","charlotte-evans","maine","maine-woods","nature","quinnipeague","scents","summer","weather"],"id":99747,"author_id":"Barbara+Delinsky"},{"text":"Y, entonces, en ese instante que tan solo dura un segundo, el cerebro se encarga de abrir la cerradura del cofre en el cual guardas todo lo que aprecias. Cede de tal manera que la tapa se abre y todo lo que hay en el interior sale de forma tan rápida y tan fugaz que no puedes detenerlo.","author":"Audrey Dry","tags":["atlantic","atlantico","atras","audrey","barco","book","crucero","cruiser","dry","ebook","filosofía","libro","mar","mirar","misterio","mystery","norte","novela","philosophy","quote","shelves","ship","sin","titanic"],"id":154466,"author_id":"Audrey+Dry"},{"text":"La memoria es como libro en el cual se escribe toda nuestra vida. Algunas veces deseamos cerrarlo y olvidarlo para no recordar todos los escabrosos detalles, y otras veces deseamos abrirlo y observarlo detenidamente, queriendo volver a sentir lo mismo que sentimos en aquel momento.","author":"Audrey Dry","tags":["atlantic","atlantico","atras","audrey","barco","book","crucero","cruiser","dry","ebook","filosofía","libro","mar","mirar","misterio","mystery","norte","novela","philosophy","quote","shelves","ship","sin","titanic"],"id":340469,"author_id":"Audrey+Dry"},{"text":"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33).","author":"Tim Willocks","tags":["angel","apple","asymmetry","atlantic","autumn","blind-man","blossom","bones","clock","colors","depression","eyes","god","horror","journey","left-eye","living-things","madness","mirror","nineteen-years-old","power-of-sight","prayer","questions","sacraments","smile","starlight","tree","wind"],"id":427623,"author_id":"Tim+Willocks"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":4,"pages":1}}