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“-Você tem um cigarro?
-Estou tentando parar de fumar.
-Eu também. Mas queria uma coisa nas mãos agora.
-Você tem uma coisa nas mãos agora.
-Eu?
-Eu.”
― Caio Fernando Abreu, Morangos mofados

“Te desejo uma fé enorme, em qualquer coisa, não importa o quê, como aquela fé que a gente teve um dia, me deseja também uma coisa bem bonita, uma coisa qualquer maravilhosa, que me faça acreditar em tudo de novo, que nos faça acreditar em tudo outra vez, que leve para longe da minha boca este gosto podre de fracasso, este travo de derrota sem nobreza.”
― Caio Fernando Abreu, Morangos mofados

“Meus dias são sempre como uma véspera de partida. Movimento-me entre as pontas como quem sabe que daqui a pouco já não vai estar presente. As malas estão prontas, as despedidas foram feitas. Caminhando de um lado para outro na plataforma da estação, só me resta olhar as coisas lerdo e torvo, sem nenhuma emoção, nenhuma vontade de ficar.”
― Caio Fernando Abreu, Morangos mofados

“Ria sozinha quase o tempo todo, uma moça magra querendo controlar a própria loucura, discretamente infeliz.”
― Caio Fernando Abreu, Morangos mofados

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I’m with you.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“We did that often, asking each other questions whose answers we already knew. Perhaps it was so that we would not ask the other questions, the ones whose answers we did not want to know.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“She seemed so happy, so at peace, and I wondered how anybody around me could feel that way when liquid fire was raging inside me, when fear was mingling with hope and clutching itself around my ankles.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“How was it possible to miss something you no longer wanted?”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

“Contava agora tão-somente com um mundo de lembranças, nele recolhida, refugiada em recordações, cinzas com que apagar a brasa do desejo vivo.”
― Jorge Amado, Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands

“Por fora água parada, por dentro uma fogueira acesa.”
― Jorge Amado, Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“Mais qu'importe l'éternité de la damnation à qui a trouvé dans une seconde l'infini de la jouissance!”
― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

“They're devouring my life with their mouths, with their eyes.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, All Men Are Mortal

“A book is a loaded gun.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.”
― Albert Camus, The Rebel

“Become so very free that your whole existence is an act of rebellion.”
― Albert Camus, The Rebel

“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger

“He has wondered lately if that's all living really is—one long goodbye to those we love.”
― Blake Crouch, Recursion

“He has made peace with the idea that part of life is facing your failures, and sometimes those failures are people you once loved.”
― Blake Crouch, Recursion

“There is a crack in my soul, and I can hear it trembling, quivering, stirring deep inside me.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Lover

“There are people who leave and people who know how to be left.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“Why, then, even when I advanced, was I so quick to retreat? Why did I always have ready a gracious smile, a happy laugh, when things went badly? Why, sooner or later, did I always find plausible excuses for those who made me suffer?”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“I gave in continuously, with painful pleasure, to waves of unhappiness.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“How can I explain to this woman—I thought—that from the age of six I've been a slave to letters and numbers, that my mood depends on the success of their combinations, that the joy of having done well is rare, unstable, that it lasts an hour, an afternoon, a night?”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“I soon discovered that I was getting used to being happy and unhappy at the same time, as if that were the new, inevitable law of my life.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

“I'm dead, but I'm fine.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lost Daughter

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
― Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby