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“The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”
― Oscar Wilde

“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“Apodreço sob a máscara que tão pacientemente inventei e usei para fazer frente ao mundo. E a máscara, sem que eu desse por isso colou-se-me, ensanguentou-se, já não conseguia arranca-la. Passou a ser o meu verdadeiro rosto, e o meu rosto tanto tempo escondido debaixo dela, passou a ser a máscara.”
― Al Berto, Lunário

“Começo finalmente a ausentar-me. Hoje, por exemplo, olhei-me ao espelho e vi que muito pouco resta de mim, daquela que conheci e que tinha um nome. Onde terei começado a esquecer-me?”
― Al Berto, Lunário

“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

“Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who pause to consider the antithesis: that perfect unhappiness is equally unattainable. The obstacles preventing the realization of both these extreme states are of the same nature: they derive from our human condition which is opposed to everything infinite.”
― Primo Levi, Survival in Auschwitz

“You who live safe
In your warm houses,
You who find warm food
And friendly faces when you return home.
Consider if this is a man
Who works in mud,
Who knows no peace,
Who fights for a crust of bread,
Who dies by a yes or no.
Consider if this is a woman
Without hair, without name,
Without the strength to remember,
Empty are her eyes, cold her womb,
Like a frog in winter.
Never forget that this has happened.
Remember these words.
Engrave them in your hearts,
When at home or in the street,
When lying down, when getting up.
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your houses be destroyed,
May illness strike you down,
May your offspring turn their faces from you.”
― Primo Levi, Survival in Auschwitz

“The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But it’s a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America. When you are black in America and you fall in love with a white person, race doesn’t matter when you’re alone together because it’s just you and your love. But the minute you step outside, race matters. But we don’t talk about it. We don’t even tell our white partners the small things that piss us off and the things we wish they understood better, because we’re worried they will say we’re overreacting, or we’re being too sensitive. And we don’t want them to say, Look how far we’ve come, just forty years ago it would have been illegal for us to even be a couple blah blah blah, because you know what we’re thinking when they say that? We’re thinking why the fuck should it ever have been illegal anyway? But we don’t say any of this stuff. We let it pile up inside our heads and when we come to nice liberal dinners like this, we say that race doesn’t matter because that’s what we’re supposed to say, to keep our nice liberal friends comfortable. It’s true. I speak from experience.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

“Teach her about difference. Make difference ordinary. Make difference normal. Teach her not to attach value to difference. And the reason for this is not to be fair or to be nice but merely to be human and practical. Because difference is the reality of our world. And by teaching her about difference, you are equipping her to survive in a diverse world.
She must know and understand that people walk different paths in the world and that as long as those paths do no harm to others, they are valid paths that she must respect. Teach her that we do not know – we cannot know – everything about life. Both religion and science have spaces for the things we do not know, and it is enough to make peace with that.
Teach her never to universalise her own standards or experiences. Teach her that her standards are for her alone, and not for other people.
This is the only necessary form of humility: the realisation that difference is normal.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Não é a falta de pessoas à nossa volta que faz a solidão. São as pessoas erradas.”
― Afonso Cruz, Para Onde Vão Os Guarda-Chuvas

“Procura uma resposta, mas as respostas são perguntas mortas. São as perguntas que nos fazem mexer. As certezas fazem-nos parar. As perguntas são a porta da rua. Quando nos interrogamos, quando duvidamos das nossas paredes, é porque estamos a passar pela porta.”
― Afonso Cruz, Para Onde Vão Os Guarda-Chuvas

“Nachiketa Mudaliar costumava sentar-se num banco, à espera de ver passar o comboio.
Mas não havia ali nenhuma linha de comboio.”
― Afonso Cruz, Para Onde Vão Os Guarda-Chuvas

“Encheremos o mundo de coisas preciosas. Serão tantas que os homens passarão por elas julgando-as banais.”
― Afonso Cruz, Para Onde Vão Os Guarda-Chuvas

“Um homem chega perto dum rio e diz admirar os peixes porque nadam felizes. O outro pergunta-lhe assim: «Se não és peixe, como sabes que os peixes estão felizes?» E o primeiro responde: «E se tu não és eu, como sabes que eu não sei se os peixes estão felizes?”
― Afonso Cruz, Os Livros Que Devoraram o Meu Pai