Beatrice

“I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise.
I’ve been in your body and it was a carnival ride.”
― Richard Siken

“Marianne, he said, I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.

I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.

I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else, your co-star perhaps, or Y, or even O, or anyone Z through A, even R. Although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned.
That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
― Lemony Snicket

“A imagem de meu pai é uma assombração triste. Vive no seu mundo de solidão e silêncio. Olho-o e vejo nos seus ombros o peso da vida. Vive de olhos fechados como se não mais quisesse olhar para o mundo. Dentro daquela alma deve estar muito escuro. Dentro do coração deve haver muitas feridas. Cicatrizes. Cancros. Deve haver decepções e frustrações do tamanho do mundo. Deve haver uma paixão ardente pela morte que não vem. Cumprimento-o. Responde-me com aquela voz lenta, moribunda, desinteressada. Tudo nele é o prenúncio da morte.”
― Paulina Chiziane, Niketche: Uma História de Poligamia