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O desespero humano by Søren Kierkegaard

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Quanto ao resto, uma última observação, sem dúvida supérflua, mas que não quero deixar de fazer: quero acentuar por uma vez qual a acepção que tem a palavra “desespero” em todas as páginas que se seguem; como o título indica, ele é a doença ...more

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Beatriz’s Quotes

“Daqui a 50 anos eu ainda vou saber seu nome e vou me lembrar de todas as vezes que você me fez sorrir. Na minha memória, tão congestionada - e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.”
― Caio Fernando Abreu

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“November 18. . . I dig musicians, I feel they have the most to offer me mentally and emotionally because they think basically along the same lines that I do; extremely creative people. Music is Life. As Captain Beefheart once said 'God is a perfect musical note.”
― Pamela Des Barres, I'm with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie

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“A maior solidão é a do ser que não ama. A maior solidão é a do ser que se ausenta, que se defende, que se fecha, que se recusa a participar da vida humana. A maior solidão é a do homem encerrado em si mesmo, no absoluto de si mesmo, e que não dá a quem pede o que ele pode dar de amor, de amizade, de socorro. O maior solitário é o que tem medo de amar, o que tem medo de ferir e de ferir-se, o ser casto da mulher, do amigo, do povo, do mundo. Esse queima como uma lâmpada triste, cujo reflexo entristece também tudo em torno. Ele é a angústia do mundo que o reflete. Ele é o que se recusa às verdadeiras fontes da emoção, as que são o patrimônio de todos, e, encerrado em seu duro privilégio, semeia pedras do alto da sua fria e desolada torre.”
― Vinicius de Moraes, Para Viver um Grande Amor: Crônicas e Poemas

tags: amor, emoções, isolamento, medo, solidão

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“A human being is spirit. But what is spirit? Spirit is the self. But what is the self? The self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation's relating itself to itself in the relation; the self is not the relation but is the relation's relating itself to itself. A human being is a synthesis of the infinite and the finite, of the temporal and the eternal, of freedom and necessity, in short, a synthesis. A synthesis is a relation between two. Considered in this way a human being is still not a self.... In the relation between two, the relation is the third as a negative unity, and the two relate to the relation and in the relation to the relation; thus under the qualification of the psychical the relation between the psychical and the physical is a relation. If, however, the relation relates itself to itself, this relation is the positive third, and this is the self.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death: A Christian Psychological Exposition for Upbuilding and Awakening

tags: relation, self, spirit

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“It is always as it was between Achilles and Homer: one person has the experience, the sensation, the other describes it. A real writer only gives words to the affects and experiences of others; he is an artist in divining a great deal from the little that he has felt. Artist are by no means people of great passion, but they frequently present themselves as such, unconsciously sensing that others give greater credence to the passions they portray if the artist's own life testifies to his experience in this area. We need only let ourselves go, not control ourselves, give free play to our wrath or our desire, and the whole world immediately cries: how passionate he is! But there really is something significant in a deeply gnawing passion that consumes and often swallows up an individual: whoever experiences this surely does not describe it in dramas, music, or novels. Artists are frequently unbridled individuals, insofar, that is, as they are not artists: but that is something different.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits