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  • #1
    Lygia Fagundes Telles
    “E vendo que a libélula enveredava por entre os juncos, ficou pensando que mais importante do que nascer é ressuscitar.”
    Lygia Fagundes Telles, Ciranda de Pedra

  • #2
    Charles M. Schulz
    “Happiness is a warm puppy.”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #3
    Michael Cunningham
    “We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so...”
    Michael Cunningham, The Hours

  • #4
    Milan Kundera
    “There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite a word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #5
    Daniel Handler
    “I stand entwined in fire on the inextinguishable bonfire of inconceivable love.”
    Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

  • #6
    Eduardo Galeano
    “Não se anima a tocá-la, nem a dizer-lhe nada. Os corpos nus nem ao menos se roçam. A cada pequeno movimento, a cama protesta, range, geme. De qualquer maneira, se ela conhecesse a verdadeira história ou a loucura dos protestos, as coisas mudariam? Como? Já não há tempo para nada. Poderia dizer-lhe: 'Não é uma vingança pessoal, entende? Esta raiva coincide com a necessidade de vingança de milhões de homens, embora essa vingança não tenha ainda despertado. Entende?'. Poderia explicar-lhe que os companheiros caídos aparecem na sua frente o tempo todo. Poderia dizer-lhe que é preciso nadar para não se afogar, e que não existe outra maneira de fazê-lo nem de explicá-lo. Volto a lutar contra a corrente, poderia dizer isso, embora não veja ainda a costa. Embora nunca, nunca veja a costa. Há anos estou nisso, e devo a isso todos os anos que tenho pela frente. (...) Não vale a pena. Nem pedir a você que me espere, embora morra de vontade de pedir, voltarei para buscar você, não deixe de me esperar, nunca, logo, quando: voltarei e... chegarão outros homens, ela os amará: esta certeza passa por sua cabeça como uma sombra de asa de pássaro gigante, o mesmo com o qual havia sonhado. Passa por sua cabeça e dói. Calhorda - se acusa. Sente-se inútil. Tudo se faz tão difícil. Ir embora, é um dever ou um furto? Pensa: será difícil partir e duro viver sem você: matar você na memória, para que não doa. Poderei? E ela, como se tivesse escutado, pensa que sente ódio dele porque ele poderá.”
    Eduardo Galeano, Vagamundo

  • #7
    Lygia Fagundes Telles
    “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

  • #8
    Hermann Hesse
    “I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #9
    Jandy Nelson
    “If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.”
    Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

  • #10
    Daniel Handler
    “Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could.”
    Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

  • #11
    John Green
    “The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #12
    Emily Brontë
    “I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #13
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Descubrí que mi obsesión de que cada cosa estuviera en su puesto, cada asunto en su tiempo, cada palabra en su estilo, no era el premio merecido de una mente en orden, sino al contrario, todo un sistema de simulación inventado por mí para ocultar el desorden de mi naturaleza. Descubrí que no soy disciplinado por virtud, sino como reacción contra mi negligencia; que parezco generoso por encubrir mi mezquindad, que me paso de prudente por mal pensado, que soy conciliador para no sucumbir a mis cóleras reprimidas, que sólo soy puntual para que no se sepa cuan poco me importa el tiempo ajeno. Descubrí, en fin, que el amor no es un estado del alma sino un signo del zodíaco.”
    Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

  • #14
    Fannie Flagg
    “Lately, it had been an endless procession of long, black nights and gray mornings, when her sense of failure swept over her like a five-hundred-pound wave; and she was scared. But it wasn't death that she feared. She had looked down into that black pit of death and had wanted to jump in, once too often. As a matter of fact, the thought began to appeal to her more and more.

    She even knew how she would kill herself. It would be with a silver bullet. As round and as smooth as an ice-cold blue martini. She would place the gun in the freezer for a few hours before she did it, so it would feel frosty and cold against her head. She could almost feel the ice-cold bullet shooting through her hot, troubled brain, freezing the pain for good. The sound of the gun blast would be the last sound she would ever hear. And then... nothing. Maybe just the silent sound that a bird might hear, flying in the clean, cool air, high above the earth. The sweet, pure air of freedom.

    No, it wasn't death she was afraid of. It was this life of hers that was beginning to remind her of that gray intensive care waiting room.”
    Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

  • #15
    Douglas Adams
    “I'd far rather be happy than right any day.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

  • #16
    Lemony Snicket
    “Wicked people never have time for reading. It's one of the reasons for their wickedness.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #17
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #18
    Alice Walker
    “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”
    Alice Walker, The Color Purple

  • #19
    Alice Walker
    “Here's the thing, say Shug. The thing I believe. God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, lord. Feeling like shit. It? I ask. Yeah, It. God ain't a he or a she, but a It. But what do it look like? I ask. Don't look like nothing, she say. It ain't a picture show. It ain't something you can look at apart from anything else, including yourself. I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you cam feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found it.”
    Alice Walker, The Color Purple

  • #20
    Alan             Moore
    “God is in the rain.”
    Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

  • #21
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I would always rather be happy than dignified.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #22
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

    "They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

    "And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

    "A pit full of fire."

    "And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

    "No, sir."

    "What must you do to avoid it?"

    I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #23
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #24
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #25
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928

  • #27
    Douglas Adams
    “The story so far:
    In the beginning the Universe was created.
    This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”
    Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

  • #28
    Lemony Snicket
    “I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
    I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
    I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
    I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #31
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #32
    Virginia Woolf
    “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own



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