Gloria

“A história tem memória que se perde no fundo de todos os tempos. Nada é esquecido, nem mesmo uma folha que cai, muito menos o germinar de ideias.”
― Jorge Andrade, Labirinto

“A meditação sobre o Tietê

Eu que decido. E eu mesmo me reconstituí árduo na dor
Por minhas mãos, por minhas desvividas mãos, por
Estas minhas próprias mãos que me traem,
Me desgastaram e me dispersaram por todos os descaminhos,
Fazendo de mim uma trama onde a aranha insaciada
Se perdeu em cisco e pólen, cadáveres e verdades e ilusões.”
― Mário de Andrade, Melhores Poemas Mário de Andrade

“When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them. You want—"

He broke off then, as if realizing everyone was looking at him again.

"You want what?" said Dru with enormous eyes.

"Nothing," Julian said. "I'm just talking.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“(...) tantos livros e nada no meu peito, tantas verdades e nenhuma em mim.”
― Hilda Hilst, A Obscena Senhora D