“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

“I must say… that I ruined myself: and that nobody, great or small, can be ruined except by his own hand.”

“It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.”

“p>Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that, one magical day, good luck will suddenly rain down on them - will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn't rain down, yesterday, today, tomorrow or ever. Good luck doesn't even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day on their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no-ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way.
Who are not, but could be.
Who don't speak languages, but dialects.
Who don't have religions, but superstitions.
Who don't create art, but handicrafts.
Who don't have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the crime reports of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”

“Nobody has ever been happy in a job they obtained by first handing in a resumé.”

“As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.”

“Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain”

“If the curvature is small (as we know it must be, because it is imperceptible by ordinary geometric methods in our neighbourhood), then λ must be small, and if the curvature is very small, then λ must be very small. On the other hand, if λ is very small, or zero, then the curvature must be very small, and may even be zero.”

“And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it.”

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”