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“Imagem vivaz do gênio e do louco: um fita o presente, com todas as suas lágrimas e saudades, outro devassa o futuro com todas as suas auroras.”
― Machado de Assis, O alienista

“O pirralho não se mexeu, e fabiano desejou matá-lo.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“[...] Sought less to praise his own beauty than to master it.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“  'But - again - to conclude,' Nilssen said. 'After the whore is throattled, after the digger's rage is spent. Surely the civil law then returns to condemn this man? Surely he's punished justly - in the end?'

  'Not if his fellows rally round him, to preserve his digger's rights,' Shepard replied. 'No man holds to any code as strong as he does when his code's affronted, Mr. Nilssen, and there's nothing more brutal than a gang of angry men. I've been a gaoler sixteen years.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“In a court of law,' he said at last 'a witness takes his oath to speak the truth: his own truth, that is. He agrees to two parameters. His testimony must be the whole truth, and his testimony must be nothing but the truth. Only the second of these parameters is a true limit. The first, of course, is largely a matter of discretion. When we say the whole truth we mean, more precisely, all the facts and impressions that are pertinent to the matter at hand. All that is impertinent is not only immaterial; it is, in many cases, deliberately misleading. Gentlemen, [...] I contend that there are no whole truths, there are only pertinent truths----and pertinence, you must agree, is always a matter of perspective. I do not believe that any of you has perjured himself in any way tonight. I trust that you have given me the truth, and nothing but the truth. But your perspectives are very many, and you will forgive me if I do not take your tale for something whole.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“The afternoon sun was bright above the cloud, lending to the scene a silvery glow that leached the sea of colour and picked out points of white light in the sand. The very raindrops seemed to shimmer in the air; the wind, blowing chill from the ocean, carried with it a pleasant, rusty smell. All this did much to dispel Devlin's torpor, and in very little time at all he was red-cheeked and smiling, his white brimmed hat clamped tight to his head with the palm of his hand. He decided to make the most of his perambulation, and return to Hokitika via the high terrace of Seaview: the site of the future Hokitika Gaol, and Devlin's own future residence.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“(...) there is no truth except truth in relation, and heavenly relation is composed of wheels in motion, tilting axes, turning dials; it is a clockwork orchestration that alters every minute, never repeating, never still.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“Why, it almost makes one forgive the rain, does it not - when the sun comes out like this, at the end of it all.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“Heavy ships are so graceful in the water' Anna said at last, looking away. 'Compared to lighter crafts, I mean. If a boat is too light - if it bobs about on the waves - there's no grace to its motion. I believe that it's the same with birds. Large birds are not buffeted about by the wind. They always look so regal on the air. This fellow. Seeing him fly is like seeing a heavy ship cut through a wave.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“I am trying to decide between the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,' he said presently. 'I am afraid my history is such that I can't manage both at once.

'Hi - no need for the truth at all,' said Paddy Ryan. 'Who said anything about the truth? You're a free man in this country, Walter Moody. You tell me any old rubbish you like, and if you string it out until we reach the junction at Kunara, then I shall count it as a very fine tale.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“Staines was not a terribly good judge of character. He loved to be enchanted, and so was very often drawn to persons whose manner was suggestive of tragedy, romance, or myth.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“I have always considered that there is a great deal of difference between keeping one's own secret, and keeping a secret for another soul;”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“They sat in silence for a moment. Then Mannering said, gruffly, 'What you're telling me is that this isn’t the whole picture.
'Luck is never the whole picture' said Staines.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“I think that success is dangerous because it can make people feel too comfortable; it can lull them into thinking that they have achieved mastery and don’t need to be curious anymore. But failure can also do that: it can function as a kind of inverse achievement, where you feel you’ve achieved the opposite of mastery, and you give up. Right”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“Arranjávamos um altar, Capitu e eu.
Ela servia de sacristão, e alterávamos o ritual, no sentido de dividirmos a hóstia
entre nós; a hóstia era sempre um doce. No tempo em que brincávamos assim,
era muito comum ouvir à minha vizinha: "Hoje há missa?" Eu já sabia o que isto
queria dizer, respondia afirmativamente, e ia pedir hóstia por outro nome.”
― Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro

“O destino não é só dramaturgo, é também o seu próprio contra-regra, isto é,
designa a entrada dos personagens em cena, dá-lhes as cartas e outros objetos, e
executa dentro os sinais correspondentes ao diálogo, uma trovoada, um carro, um
tiro.”
― Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro

“Era como se, tendo confiado a alguém a importância de uma dívida para levá-la ao credor, o portador guardasse o dinheiro consigo e não levasse nada. Na vida comum, o ato de terceiro não desobriga o contratante; mas a vantagem de contratar com o Céu é que intenção vale dinheiro.
Hás de ter tido conflitos parecidos com esse, e, se és religioso, haverás buscado alguma vez conciliar o Céu e a Terra, por modo idêntico ou análogo. O Céu e a Terra acabam conciliando-se; eles são quase irmãos gêmeos, tendo o Céu sido feito no segundo dia e a Terra no terceiro.”
― Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro

“A leitora, que é minha amiga e abriu este livro com o fim de descansar da cavatina de ontem para a valsa de hoje, quer fechá-lo às pressas, ao ver que beiramos um abismo. Não faça isso, querida; eu mudo de rumo.”
― Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro

“Nas paredes da estação de trabalho viam-se três orifícios. À direita do ditógrafo, um pequeno tubo pneumático para as mensagens escritas; à esquerda, um tubo de maior calibre para os jornais; e na parede lateral, ao alcance da mão de Winston, uma grande abertura retangular, protegida por uma grade de arame. Esta última destinava-se aos papéis a descartar. Aberturas similares se espalhavam aos milhares, ou dezenas de milhares, por todo o edifício, fazendo-se presentes não apenas em cada sala mas também, a pequenos intervalos, em todos os corredores. Por algum motivo, tinham recebido o apelido de buraco da memória. Quando a pessoa sabia que determinado documento precisava ser destruído, ou mesmo quando topava com um pedaço qualquer de papel usado, levantava automaticamente a tampa do buraco da memória mais próximo e o jogava ali dentro, e então o papel ia torvelinhando numa corrente de ar quente até cair numa das fornalhas descomunais que permaneciam ocultas nos recessos do edifício.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“They passed the hall, that echoes still,
Pass as lightly as you will.
The brands were flat, the brands were dying,
Amid their own white ashes lying;
But when the lady passed, there came
A tongue of light, a fit of flame;
And Christabel saw the lady's eye,
And nothing else saw she thereby,”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Christabel

“Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Christabel

“They parted—ne'er to meet again!
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining—
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between;—
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Christabel

“Num cotovelo do caminho avistou um canto de cerca, encheu-o a esperança de achar comida, sentiu desejo de cantar. A voz saiu-lhe rouca, medonha. Calou-se para não estragar força.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“Sabia perfeitamente que era assim, acostumara-se a todas as violências, a todas as injustiças. E aos conhecidos que dormiam no tronco e aguentavam cipó de boi oferecia consolações: — “Tenha paciência. Apanhar do governo não é desfeita.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“Ainda na véspera eram seis viventes, contando com o papagaio. Coitado, morrera na areia do rio, onde haviam descansado, à beira de uma poça: a fome apertara demais os retirantes e por ali não existia sinal de comida. Baleia jantara os pés, a cabeça, os ossos do amigo, e não guardava lembrança disto. Agora, enquanto parava, dirigia as pupilas brilhantes aos objetos familiares, estranhava não ver sobre o baú de folha a gaiola pequena onde a ave se equilibrava mal.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“The best way to waste your life is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate. Let Big Brother do the singing and dancing for you. Be a reporter. Be a good witness. A grateful member of the audience.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

“It's nothing perfect or complete, but this is what I've made of my life. Right or wrong, it follows no great master plan.
All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does.
Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I've always hoped for something better than that.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

“You are afraid to die?'
Yes, everyone is.'
But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structures.”
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“Apesar de todos os cuidados e reclamações sobre ervas daninhas, eles não davam a mínima para os gramados.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“A tragédia se tornou difusa e universalizada.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides