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“I took a bite of a Bloody Ploughman. Even the flesh was red.
'Bloody,' Carral said.
'Nice colour,' I answered.
'It looks sinful. I bet that was the apple Eve ate, you know, in the Bible, the forbidden fruit.'
'Might be. But I've eaten some too now. Does that mean you have to kick me out of your house?'
I held the half-eaten apple out to her. She burst out laughing and pointed out at the factory: 'Does this look like paradise or what?”
― Perlebryggeriet
'Bloody,' Carral said.
'Nice colour,' I answered.
'It looks sinful. I bet that was the apple Eve ate, you know, in the Bible, the forbidden fruit.'
'Might be. But I've eaten some too now. Does that mean you have to kick me out of your house?'
I held the half-eaten apple out to her. She burst out laughing and pointed out at the factory: 'Does this look like paradise or what?”
― Perlebryggeriet

“— não me importo — eu disse pra ele — que seja breve o nosso encontro.
porque no tempo da minha memória
somos pra sempre. não existe morrer dentro, é como uma canção.
as canções não morrem nunca porque elas moram dentro das pessoas que gostam delas.”
― O Peso do Pássaro Morto
porque no tempo da minha memória
somos pra sempre. não existe morrer dentro, é como uma canção.
as canções não morrem nunca porque elas moram dentro das pessoas que gostam delas.”
― O Peso do Pássaro Morto

“But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred. Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.”
― 1984
― 1984

“Ai dor! Era-me preciso enterrar magnificamente os meus amores. Eles lá iam, mar em fora, no espaço e no tempo, e eu ficava-me ali numa ponta de mesa, com os meus quarenta anos, tão vadios e tão vazios; ficava-me para os não ver nunca mais, porque ela poderia tornar e tornou, mas o eflúvio da manhã quem é que o pediu ao crepúsculo da tarde?”
― Memórias póstumas de Brás Cubas
― Memórias póstumas de Brás Cubas

“...and the evening was so beautiful, that it made a pain in my heart, as when you cannot tell wether you are happy or sad; and I thought that if I could have a wish, it would be that nothing would ever change, and we would stay that way forever.”
― Alias Grace
― Alias Grace
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