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“I am writing because they told me to never start a sentence with because. But I wasn't trying to make a sentence—I was trying to break free. Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we'd worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga.
It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do the people we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out.
But it is not lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy.
We can't tell if any of those other versions would of been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“A beleza da lagoa é sempre alguém. Porque a beleza da lagoa só acontece porque a posso partilhar. Se não houver ninguém, nem a necessidade de encontrar a beleza existe nem a lagoa será bela. A beleza é sempre alguém, no sentido em que ela se concretiza apenas pela expectativa da reunião com o outro.”
― valter hugo mãe, A Desumanização

“O inferno não são os outros, pequena Halla. Eles são o paraíso, porque um homem sozinho é apenas um animal. A humanidade começa nos que te rodeiam, e não exactamente em ti. Ser-se pessoa implica a tua mãe, as nossas pessoas, um desconhecido ou a sua expectativa. Sem ninguém no presente nem no futuro, o indivíduo pensa tão sem razão quanto pensam os peixes. Dura pelo engenho que tiver e perece como um atributo indiferenciado do planeta. Perece como uma coisa qualquer.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, A Desumanização