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It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
Fuente: The Story of My Life (1903), Ch. 6
Contexto: I remember the morning that I first asked the meaning of the word, "love." This was before I knew many words. I had found a few early violets in the garden and brought them to my teacher. She tried to kiss me: but at that time I did not like to have any one kiss me except my mother. Miss Sullivan put her arm gently round me and spelled into my hand, "I love Helen."
"What is love?" I asked.
She drew me closer to her and said, "It is here," pointing to my heart, whose beats I was conscious of for the first time. Her words puzzled me very much because I did not then understand anything unless I touched it.
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
"No," said my teacher.
Again I thought. The warm sun was shining on us.
"Is this not love?" I asked, pointing in the direction from which the heat came. "Is this not love?"
It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow. But Miss Sullivan shook her head, and I was greatly puzzled and disappointed. I thought it strange that my teacher could not show me love.
“La concordia hace crecer las pequeñas cosas, la discordia arruina las grandes.”
“La paz hace crecer las cosas pequeñas; la discordia destruye las grandes.”
Fuente: Sarmiento, J. M. Mil y un frases célebres. Editorial Planet House Editorials, 2016.
“El buen humor hace que todas las cosas sean tolerables.”
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