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Durham Quotes

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Alice Oseman
“I hadn't met a lot of openly queer people before. There'd been a crowd of people at school who Pip hung out with with from time to time, but there could only have been about seven or eight of them, max. I don't know what I expected. There was no particular type of person, no particular style or look. But they were all so friendly. There were a few obvious friendship groups, but mostly, people were happy to chat to whoever.

They were all just themselves.

I don't know how to explain it.

There was no pretending. No hiding. No faking.

In this little restaurant hidden away in the old streets of Durham, a bunch of queer people could all show up and just be.

I don't think I'd understood what that was like until that moment.”
Alice Oseman, Loveless

E.M. Forster
“Maurice en una silla y Durham a sus pies, apoyado en él. En el mundo de sus amigos esto no atrajo la atención de nadie. Maurice solía acariciar el pelo de Durham.”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“—Durham, estoy metido en un infierno.
—Bueno, ya saldrás. Es solo el infierno de la repugnancia. Nunca has hecho nada de lo que puedas avergonzarte, así que no sabes lo que es realmente el infierno.”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“—Maurice, te quiero.
—Y yo a ti.”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“Maurice no lo lamentó, pues tampoco podía dormir, aunque por una razón diferente. Tenía miedo de que Clive oyese los latidos de su corazón, y sospechase el porqué.”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“He estado esperando noticias tuyas durante quince días, y ahora me llegan dos frases, que supongo significan que no puedes ya amar a nadie de tu propio sexo. ¡Ya veremos si eso es así tan pronto como llegues!”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“—A mí me gusta más el pelo corto.
—¿Por qué?
—Porque puedo acariciarloâ€�”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

E.M. Forster
“Cuanto más difícil resulta algo, más valor se le da, esta era la lección de Clive.”
E.M. Forster, Maurice

Benjamin Myers
“Some say owls carry within them the souls of those who in life never had a name, a place or a purpose, and were cast out to wander alone. Some say their stained-glass eyes are windows into other worlds.”
Benjamin Myers, Cuddy