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“Fiquei pensativa o resto do dia, com um entusiasmo triste, como nos dias em que de repente nos acontece o que mais desejamos: um filho, um curso concluído com distinção ou um texto aprovado para publicação, não existindo com quem partilhar a satisfação de um «viste?!». A vitória dos solitários não tem testemunhas e torna a solidão mais só. Ninguém nos olha com orgulho. Ninguém nos dirige uma palavra de apreço. Estamos sempre iguais na solidão, sempre os mesmos, e é por isso que ignoramos os sucessos e nos concentramos no telejornal, como se não houvesse louça para lavar na bancada. E depois lavamo-la. De manhã. Ou à tarde. Depois.”
― Isabela Figueiredo, A Gorda

“Whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do, and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we're been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.”
― Thomas Bernhard, Concrete

“Tirando a fantasia que nos arranca à escuridão parada dos dias sucedendo-se indistintamente, o que vale o tempo que nos foi dado ou que viemos procurar?”
― Isabela Figueiredo, A Gorda

“Time destroys everything we do, whatever it is.”
― Thomas Bernhard, Concrete

“We see so much sadness if we care to look.”
― Thomas Bernhard, Concrete

“On the one hand we can't be alone, people like us; on the other we can't stand company. We can't stand male company, which bores us to death, or female company either. I gave up male company for years because it's totally unprofitable, and female company gets on my nerves in no time.”
― Thomas Bernhard, Concrete

“Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“By heavens! there is something after all in the world allowing one man to steal a horse while another must not look at a halter. Steal a horse straight out. Very well. He has done it. Perhaps he can ride. But there is a way of looking at a halter that would provoke the most charitable of saints into a kick.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Even extreme grief may ultimately vent
itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours - the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.”
― Joseph Conrad

“Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“The alternative to appropriation is a world in which artists only reference their own cultures."

"That's an oversimplification of the issue."

"The alternative to appropriation is a world where white European people make art about white European people with only white European references in it. Swap African or Asian or Latin or whatever culture you want for European. A world where everyone is blind and deaf to any culture or experience that is not their own. I hate that world don't you? I'm terrified of that world and I don't want to live in a that world, and as a mixed race person, I literally don't exist in it. My dad, who I barely knew, was Jewish. My mom was an American-born Korean. I was raised by Korean immigrant grandparents in Korea Town Los Angeles and as any mixed race person will tell you-- to be half of two things is to be whole of nothing.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“We are all living, at most, half of a life, she thought. There was the life you lived, which consisted of the choices you made. And then, there was the other life, the one that was the things you hadn't chosen.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Ela teria de morrer, mais cedo ou mais tarde. Morta. Mais tarde haveria um tempo para essa palavra. Amanhã, e amanhã, e ainda outro amanhã arrastam-se nessa passada trivial do dia para a noite, da noite para o dia, até a última sílaba do registro dos tempos. E todos os nossos ontens não fizeram mais que iluminar para os tolos o caminho que leva ao pó da morte. Apaga-te, apaga-te, chama breve! A vida não passa de uma sombra que caminha, um pobre ator que se pavoneia e se aflige sobre o palco - faz isso por uma hora e, depois, não se escuta mais sua voz. É uma história contada por um idiota, cheia de som e fúria e vazia de significado.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Isn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result.” “That’s a game character’s life, too,” Sam said. “The world of infinite restarts. Start again at the beginning, this time you might win. And it’s not as if all our results were bad. I love the things we made. We were a great team.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Quanto custava o amor?
O meu corpo, devagar, a minha terra. Materializei-me nela, e todos os dias voltava ao anoitecer à minha terra, e dela saía de manhã.”
― Isabela Figueiredo, Caderno de Memórias Coloniais

“Ele repetira-me demasiadas vezes a sua lenda preferida, a de São Martinho, o que reparte a capa. Portanto, tendo absorvido uma mensagem tão generosa, podia gastar o seu latim à vontade com a conversa dos pretos.”
― Isabela Figueiredo, Caderno de Memórias Coloniais

“Moçambique é essa imagem parada da menina ao sol, com as tranças louras impecavelmente penteadas, perante a criança negra empoeirada, quase nua, esfomeada, num silêncio em que nenhum sabe o que dizer, mirando-se do mesmo lado e dos lados opostos da justiça, do bem e do mal, da sobrevivência.”
― Isabela Figueiredo, Caderno de Memórias Coloniais