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“Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.”
― José Saramago, Blindness

“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
― Ian McEwan, Atonement

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“There is always something left to love.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Deve nutrir-se carinho por um sofrimento sobre o qual se soube construir a felicidade, repetiu muito seguro. Apenas isso. Nunca cultivar a dor, mas lembrá-la com respeito, por ter sido indutora de uma melhoria, por melhorar quem se é. Se assim for, não é necessário voltar atrás. A aprendizagem estará feita e o caminho livre para que a dor não se repita.”
― valter hugo mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“O Crisóstomo disse ao Camilo: todos nascemos filhos de mil pais e de mais mil mães, e a solidão é sobretudo a incapacidade de ver qualquer pessoa como nos pertencendo, para que nos pertença de verdade e se gere um cuidado mútuo. Como se os nossos mil pais e mais as nossas mil mães coincidissem em parte, como se fôssemos por aí irmãos, irmãos uns dos outros. Somos o resultado de tanta gente, de tanta história, tão grandes sonhos que vão passando de pessoa a pessoa, que nunca estaremos sós.”
― valter hugo mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“You may be poor, but the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you want to.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

“This wasn't the person he'd thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he'd been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

“There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it's the right unhappiness.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

“But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

“the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“Next to music, beer was best.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire...driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there's no sign of love in sight!”
― Carson McCullers

“I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Não viver é o que mais cansa.”
― Mia Couto, Jesusalém

“Como é triste falar sobre as coisas, tentar se explicar, tentar se expressar. É só dar nome às coisas que elas morrem. Será que ele entendia? Será que a perdoava? Será que está tudo bem?
Ele diz que não perdoa mas entende e está tudo bem, que ela saberá onde encontrá-lo se quiser e que espera que ela seja muito feliz. Não vê nenhum propósito em contar que passou uns dez dias sofrendo como se sua vida tivesse perdido toda e qualquer possibilidade de alegria e encanto, bebendo até apagar e correndo e nadando até sentir câimbras, mas que depois disso tudo voltou ao normal e na verdade ele já não sentia muito sua falta, que seu rosto tinha sumido da sua memória quinze minutos depois de deixá-la dormindo naquela última manhã que acordaram juntos e jamais retornaria a não ser que ela enviasse um retrato, o que ele gostaria muito que ela fizesse, por sinal, e que pra ser sincero já a tinha esquecido no outro sentido também, o sentido que o faria sofrer agora, mas acaba contando de qualquer modo e ela emudece por uns instantes e diz Viu? Tu nem me amava tanto assim.”
― Daniel Galera, Barba ensopada de sangue

“Dizem que a vida vista de perto é mais fascinante. Mergulhar nas coisas. Comigo é sempre o contrário. Tudo visto de perto é tão banal. Acho que eu sou meio doente.”
― Daniel Galera, Barba ensopada de sangue

“Tudo visto de perto é tão banal.”
― Daniel Galera, Barba ensopada de sangue

“Be sure to enjoy language, experiment with ways of talking, be exuberant even when you don't feel like it because language can make your world a better place to live.”
― Deborah Levy, Pillow Talk in Europe and Other Places

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

“I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“A vida não é pra amador”
― Daniel Galera, Barba ensopada de sangue

“We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Translations from the Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

“Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other. ”
― Rainer Maria Rilke