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  • #1
    Erico Verissimo
    “- Não sei... não sei. .. Tu é que resolves. Eu morreria de tédio numa
    colina como Nova Itália.(...)Não queiras saber a angústia que eu sentia quando via anoitecer. E note-se que andávamos sempre metidos em festas.
    - A gente foge da solidão quando tem medo dos próprios pensamentos,
    da própria memória...
    - Talvez...
    - Mas se tu soubesses como a solidão nos pode enriquecer...
    Eugênio encolheu os ombros. A palavra solidão lembrava-lhe estranhamente a sua angústia de entaipado das noites de tempestade.”
    Erico Verissimo, Olhai os Lírios do Campo

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #5
    Julio Cortázar
    “me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado...”
    Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #7
    Albert Camus
    “Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the truth”
    Albert Camus

  • #8
    David Grossman
    “There is
    breath
    there
    is breath
    inside the pain
    there is breath”
    David Grossman, Falling Out of Time

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #10
    Virginia Woolf
    “Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #11
    Henry Miller
    “I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.”
    Henry Miller, Stand Still Like the Hummingbird

  • #12
    Roland Barthes
    “Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”
    Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

  • #13
    Roland Barthes
    “Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.”
    Roland Barthes

  • #14
    Mary Oliver
    “When

    When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know
    any of us, what happens then.
    So I try not to miss anything.
    I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
    The full moon
    or the slipper of its coming back.
    Or, a kiss.
    Well, yes, especially a kiss.”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #15
    Mary Oliver
    “That time
    I thought I could not
    go any closer to grief
    without dying

    I went closer,
    and I did not die.
    Surely God
    had his hand in this,

    as well as friends.
    Still, I was bent,
    and my laughter,
    as the poet said,

    was nowhere to be found.
    Then said my friend Daniel,
    (brave even among lions),
    “It’s not the weight you carry

    but how you carry it -
    books, bricks, grief -
    it’s all in the way
    you embrace it, balance it, carry it

    when you cannot, and would not,
    put it down.”
    So I went practicing.
    Have you noticed?

    Have you heard
    the laughter
    that comes, now and again,
    out of my startled mouth?

    How I linger
    to admire, admire, admire
    the things of this world
    that are kind, and maybe

    also troubled -
    roses in the wind,
    the sea geese on the steep waves,
    a love
    to which there is no reply?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #16
    Mary Oliver
    “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #17
    Mary Oliver
    “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #18
    Mary Oliver
    “From the complications of loving you
    I think there is no end or return.
    No answer, no coming out of it.
    Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?

    This isn’t a play ground, this is
    earth, our heaven, for a while.
    Therefore I have given precedence
    to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods

    that hold you in the center of my world.
    And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
    And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
    And I say to my heart: rave on.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst

  • #19
    Mary Oliver
    “maybe death
    isn't darkness, after all,
    but so much light
    wrapping itself around us--”
    Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays

  • #20
    Mary Oliver
    “You have broken my heart. Just as well. Now I am learning to rise above all that, learning the thin life, waking up simply to praise everything in this world that is strong and beautiful always—the trees, the rocks, the fields, the news from heaven, the laughter that comes back all the same. Just as well. Time to read books, rake the lawn in peace, sweep the floor, scour the faces of the pans, anything. And I have been so diligent it is almost over, I am growing myself as strong as rock, as a tree which, if I put my arms around it, does not lean away.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst

  • #21
    Mary Oliver
    “Emerson, I am trying to live, as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was less in my head to examine, not to speak of the busy heart.”
    Mary Oliver, Red Bird

  • #22
    Mary Oliver
    “Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.”
    Mary Oliver, Felicity

  • #23
    Mary Oliver
    “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #24
    Mary Oliver
    “Foolishness? No, It’s Not

    Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again.

    But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it — the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.”
    Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings: Poems

  • #25
    Mary Oliver
    “In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #26
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #27
    Margaret Wise Brown
    “Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.”
    Margaret Wise Brown

  • #28
    Paul Valéry
    “Politeness is organized indifference.”
    Paul Valéry

  • #29
    Italo Calvino
    “Às vezes a gente se imagina incompleto e é apenas jovem.”
    Italo Calvino, Il visconte dimezzato

  • #30
    Paul Valéry
    “Poems are never finished - just abandoned”
    Paul Valery



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