André José

“Quando se ama desesperadamente uma pessoa, nunca se aceita a sua perda. E acabamos por procurar em outras pessoas bocados daquela, como se fosse possível acabar um puzzle com peças de diferentes jogos.”
― Margarida Rebelo Pinto, Pessoas como Nós

“Fortunately the essence of this revelation did not escape Mary despite the angel's obscure speech, and, much surprised, she asked him, So Jesus is my son and the son of the Lord, Woman, what are you saying, show some respect for rank and precedence, what you must say is the son of the Lord and me, Of the Lord and of you, No, of the Lord and of you, You're confusing me, just answer my question, is Jesus our son, You mean to say the Lord's son because you only served to bear the child, So the Lord didn't choose me, Don't be absurd (...) Is there any real proof that it was the Lord's seed which engendered my first-born, Well, it's a delicate matter, and what you're demanding is nothing less than a paternity test which in these mixed unions, no matter how many analyses, tests, and globule counts one carries out, can never give conclusive results.”
― José Saramago

“The day misspent,
the love misplaced,
has inside it
the seed of redemption.
Nothing is exempt
from resurrection.”
― Kay Ryan, Say Uncle

“Hoje, preciso de ti. Depois de nós, nesse tempo, houve uma verdade que ficou parada nos meus olhos: alguém de quem gostamos muito, o amor, ficará nas árvores, continuará a crescer, como uma criança, dentro dos troncos e dos ramos mais finos das árvores.”
― José Luis Peixoto