Isabela Salgado

“I feel that I am dying of solitude, of
love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. (...) Life breeds both plenitude and void, exuberance and depression. What are we when confronted
with the interior vortex which swallows us into absurdity?”
― Emil Cioran

“Is there an objective criterion for evaluating suffering? There is no objective standard because suffering cannot be measured according to the external stimulation (…) but only as it is felt and reflected in consciousness. Alas, from this point of view, any hierarchy is out of the question. Each person remains with his own suffering, which he believes absolute and unlimited. How much would we diminish our own personal suffering if we were to compare it to all the world's sufferings until now, to the most horrifying agonies and the most complicated tortures, the most cruel deaths and the most painful betrayals, all the lepers, all those burned alive or starved to death? Nobody is comforted in his sufferings by the thought that we are all mortals, nor does anybody who suffers really find comfort in the past or present suffering of others. Because in this organically insufficient and fragmentary world, the individual is set to live fully, wishing to make of his own existence an absolute. Each subjective existence is absolute to itself.”
― Emil Cioran

“Sua teoria, a grande teoria de sua vida, a que a mantém em vigor, é que a felicidade, a verdadeira felicidade, é um estado muito menos angelical e até muito menos agradável do que alguém costuma sonhar. Ela diz que as pessoas acabam, geralmente, sentindo-se infelizes apenas por ter acreditado que a felicidade era uma permanente sensação de indefinível bem-estar, de prazeroso êxtase, de festa perpétua. Não, ela diz, a felicidade é muito menos (ou talvez muito mais, mas de qualquer maneira uma coisa diferente). E é certo que muitos desses supostos infelizes são, na realidade, felizes, mas não se dão conta, não admitem isso, porque acreditam que estão longe demais do bem-estar máximo.”
― Mario Benedetti, La tregua

“It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451