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“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”
― Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
― Susan Sontag

“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“To love makes one solitary.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Maybe the true purpose of my life is for my body, my sensations and my thoughts to become writing, in other words, something intelligible and universal, causing my existence to merge into the lives and heads of other people.”
― Annie Ernaux, Happening

“Naturally I feel no shame in writing these things because of the time which separates the moment when they are written--when only I can see them--from the moment when they will be read by other people, a moment which I feel will never come. By then I could have had an accident or died; a war or a revolution could have broken out. This delay makes it possible for me to write today, in the same way I used to lie in the scorching sun for a whole day at sixteen, or make love wihout contraceptives at twenty: without thinking about the consequences”
― Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

“Quero te dizer também que nós, as criaturas humanas, vivemos muito (ou deixamos de viver) em função das imaginações geradas pelo nosso medo. Imaginamos consequências, censuras, sofrimentos que talvez não venham nunca e assim fugimos ao que é mais vital, mais profundo, mais vivo. A verdade, meu querido, é que a vida, o mundo dobra-se sempre às nossas decisões.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“Então meu amado foi se fechando com seu cachimbo e seu Proust, solidão de bicho de caramujo, pode bater que não abro.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“Fico tomando sol porque não posso tomar o homem que amo”, pensou mastigando mais energicamente. E Ana Clara? As coisas que tomava seriam para substituir o casaco de onça? O Jaguar? E se fosse simplesmente porque não conheceu o sol, a infância, Deus. “Tudo que tive e ainda tenho, tão triste ir buscar lá fora o que devia estar aqui dentro.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“Aí parei de chorar, chorava de ódio e o choro de ódio é estimulante, as minhas melhores ideias nasceram do ódio.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“- Literatura, bah. As mulheres já estão encontrando sua medida. Eles virão em seguida, acho que no futuro só vai haver andróginos - digo e fico rindo.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“Não sei explicar mas o que quero dizer é que acreditar no homem não me deixa tão feliz como acreditar nessas histórias absurdas que os homens contam.”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, As Meninas

“When a man gives his opinion, he's a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch.”
― Bette Davis

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.”
― Margaret Atwood

“A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
― Irina Dunn

“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.”
― Brigham Young

“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself”
― Simone de Beauvoir