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“(...) I, for one, prize less
The name of king than deeds of kingly power;
And so would all who learn in wisdom’s school.”
― Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

“A sight to touch e’en hatred’s self with pity.”
― Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

“Closer,
it’s all right. Touch the man of grief.
Do. Don’t be afraid. My troubles are mine
and I am the only man alive who can sustain them.”
― Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

“Most people you try to save will just kill you in the end anyway. Maybe just go save yourself.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“God created you without asking, he will take your life away without asking, he will save you without asking”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

“Id rather die than have more. Actually I'd rather die than most things. But you know that about me. Will I ever see you again? You could come and see me here. Today I imagined you walking in, like I did when your leg. I imagined you telling them to let me go because you loved me and you'd look after me. I cried . . . ”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat.

He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“I would have stayed a hundred times and I would have left one time only - still, I left.”
― Mihail Drumeş

“I think our last kiss was meant to be quick and chaste, but after the first touch of his lips fire leaped up and roared through my belly. My fingers yanked him close, digging into his back, and his arms crushed me to him as if wanting to meld us together. I knotted my fingers in his hair and bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan. His lips parted, and my tongue swept in to dance with his. There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Iron Daughter

“Let us not hesitate to surrender to our desire and our passion for joy when we are willing to be reborn from the ashes of a lost past and feel ready to burn down desperation and boredom. (''Happiness is blowing in the wind'')”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.”
― Jodi Picoult

“Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.”
― Benjamin Franklin

“No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“I knew you loved me and that you'd do anything for me. And that was one of the reasons it hurt so much when you ended it, Dawson. Because I knew even then how rare that kind of love is. Only the luckiest people get to experience it at all.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me

“Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside”
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride

“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

“There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

“Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people”
― Dante Alighieri, The Inferno

“all is fair in love and war but war must bow down to love eventually”
― Anonymous

“Às vezes saímos para fazer visitas. Eu gostava das da zona sul e nascente Copacabana. O mar era entrevisto de longe, logo que se desembocava nos altos do Túnel Velho. Lá íamos visitar a grande amiga de tia Alice, solteirona e rica, que a todos impressionava pela dignidade de sua presença, pela miopia e pela peruca que usava aberta no meio da testa e esculpindo dois bandós simétricos de cabeleira de santo de pau. Sua vida era austera e piedosa: sempre condenava as fraquezas e escorregões da carne. Assim atravessou mocidade, a segunda mocidade, ficou madura, mas ao galope dos quatro cavaleiros do apocalipse da menopausa — arranjou seu Landru. Não a matou — mas foi roendo aos poucos seus prédios, suas apólices, suas joias, suas ações, suas pratas, seus cristais, suas porcelanas e quando já não havia o que cardar, plantou a noiva de tantos anos. Morreu abandonada pelo moço (que ela achava a cara de George Walsh), curtida de paixão e marginalizada pela família. Sua pobreza tornava-a mais culpada aos olhos dos sobrinhos. Eu gostava de sua casa, de seu beijo estalado, do seu sempiterno bolo de aipim e do seu convite sugestão amplidão azul. Vamos menino! tire os sapatos e vá brincar na areia! Ia e pasmava. As ondas vinham altas, empinadas, lisas, oscilantes, como que hesitantes, como se se fossem cristalizar naquele bisel ou coagular-se naquele dorso redondo da serpente marinha coleando do Leme à Igrejinha; paravam um instante de instante, suspensas um instante, decidiam de repente e deflagravam quebrando num estrondo barulhos luzes marulhos espumas — se procurando nos leques se sobreabrindo sobre as areias. Era mais ou menos no Posto 5 e ainda havia conchas para apanhar, tatuís para desentocar no praiol deserto e impoluído. Ou simplesmente andar, sentindo nas solas nuas a frescura da praia molhada e seu derrobamento sob os pés inseguros, ao retorno das águas. …”
― Pedro Nava, Chão de ferro

“Por esse intrincado labirinto de ruas e bibocas é que vive uma grande parte da população da
cidade, a cuja existência o governo fecha os olhos, embora lhe cobre atrozes impostos, empregados
em obras inúteis e suntuárias noutros pontos do Rio de Janeiro.
[...]
O subúrbio é o refúgio dos infelizes.
[...]
O Rio de Janeiro, que tem, na fronte, na parte anterior, um tão lindo diadema de montanhas
e árvores, não consegue fazê-lo coroa a cingi-lo todo em roda. A parte posterior, como se vê, não
chega a ser um neobarbante que prenda dignamente o diadema que lhe cinge a testa olímpica...”
― Lima Barreto, Clara dos Anjos

“Amid the luxurious freshness of Ipanema each building has its own secret police.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories

“O desvio de armas e munições da própria polícia para os criminosos que eles combatem pode parecer, à primeira vista, incongruente ou suicida. No entanto, era esse mercado que azeitava a engrenagem da guerra que fortalecia a polícia. Por um lado, se as armas e munições de calibre pesado traumatizavam a população da cidade, por outro, ajudavam a transmitir à população a ideia de que os policiais e as forças de segurança eram imprescindíveis para combater o caos e a desordem no Rio.”
― Bruno Paes Manso, A República das Milícias: Dos Esquadrões da Morte à Era Bolsonaro

“After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

“How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?”
― Lauren Kate

“I was at peace before you came; why have you disturbed me? You have given me new wants and now your trifle with me as if my heart were as whole as yours [...]”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Mathilda

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss