Quando você se torna leitor, viver de maneira harmônica com o mundo é impossível. A impressão é que estamos em constante desacordo com a realidade.
“Accepting that my son had ADHD required a huge re-adjustment of my own mindset. I needed to understand his challenges and limitations and to change my own expectations. Simple parenting strategies which had so far largely failed needed to be abandoned. And from within I needed to find the strength to be consistent, the patience to constantly work at these new challenges with him and the faith to believe that all would indeed be fine.”
― ADHD Parenting: A Mother’s Guide to Strength, Organization, and Beautiful Living with an ADHD Child
― ADHD Parenting: A Mother’s Guide to Strength, Organization, and Beautiful Living with an ADHD Child
“um deus branco que veio jogando corpos pretos pelo mar, um deus branco que não achava que também tínhamos alma, não nos contava como almas, éramos coisas, ele nos castigava com chibatas e o sangue descia como riachos das nossas costas, esse deus branco deles não fazia justiça,”
― Doramar ou a Odisseia: Histórias
― Doramar ou a Odisseia: Histórias
“Nina worried she liked being alone too much; it was the only time she ever fully relaxed. People were . . . exhausting. They made her anxious. Leaving her apartment every morning was the turning over of a giant hourglass, the mental energy she’d stored up overnight eroding grain by grain. She refueled during the day by grabbing moments of solitude and sometimes felt her life was a long-distance swim between islands of silence. She enjoyed people—she really did—she just needed to take them in homeopathic doses; a little of the poison was the cure.”
― The Bookish Life of Nina Hill
― The Bookish Life of Nina Hill
“Going from one to two children is like going from owning a dog to running a zoo, and going from two to three feels like we’re on a safari, where the animals can attack us at any time.”
― My Wife is Married to a Feckin' Eejit
― My Wife is Married to a Feckin' Eejit
“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”
― Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
― Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
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