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Histórias do Fim da Rua

by Mário Zambujal

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Diários

by Virginia Woolf

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“Mungo’s capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn’t selflessness; he simply could not help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced so much. So that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one tended.”
― Douglas Stuart, Unge Mungo

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“Reading lets us live in someone else’s shoes. Literature builds bridges; it makes our world larger, not smaller.”
― R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

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“Stories were living inside us. I think we were born to tell our stories. After we died, our stories would survive. Maybe it was our stories that fed the universe the energy it needed to keep on giving life.

Maybe all we were meant to do on this earth was to keep on telling stories. Our stories—and the stories of the people we loved.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World

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“precisava deste resto de solidão para aprender sobre este resto de companhia.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, A máquina de fazer espanhóis

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“– A minha mãe, Sr. Elahi, interrogava-se para onde vão os guarda-chuvas. Sempre que ela saía à rua, perdia um. E durante toda a sua vida nunca encontrou nenhum. Para onde iriam os guarda-chuvas? Eu ouvia-a interrogar-se tantas vezes, que aquele mistério, tão insondável, teria de ser explicado. Quando era jovem pensei que haveria um país, talvez um monte sagrado, para onde iam os guarda-chuvas todos. E os pares perdidos de meias e de luvas. E a nossa infância e os nossos antepassados. E também os brinquedos de lata com que brincávamos. E os nossos amigos que desapareceram debaixo das bombas. Haveriam de estar todos num país distante, cheio de objectos perdidos. Então, nessa altura da minha vida, era ainda um adolescente, decidi ser padre. Precisava de saber para onde vão os guarda-chuvas.
– E já sabe? – perguntou Fazal Elahi.
– Não faço a mais pequena ideia, mas tenho fé de encontrar um dia a minha mãe, cheia de guarda-chuvas à sua volta.”
― Afonso Cruz, Para Onde Vão Os Guarda-Chuvas

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