João Antonio

“É a literatura que nos revela que todo indivíduo, mesmo o mais restrito à mais banal das vidas, constitui, em si mesmo, um cosmo. Traz em si suas multiplicidades internas, suas personalidades virtuais, uma infinidade de personagens quiméricos, uma poliexistência no real e no imaginário, o sono e a vigília, a obediência e a transgressão, o ostensivo e o secreto, pululâncias larvares em suas cavernas e grutas insondáveis. Cada um contém em si galáxias de sonhos e de fantasias, de ímpetos insatisfeitos de desejos e de amores, abismos de infelicidade, vastidões de fria indiferença, ardores de astro em chamas, ímpetos de ódio, débeis anomalias, relâmpagos de lucidez, tempestades furiosas..”
― Edgar Morin, A Cabeça Bem-Feita

“I know how hard it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to support life in myself; but do you know how easy it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to destroy life in you?”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“the past is the past. You are alive today. That is all that matters. You must remember, because it is who you are, but as it is who you are, you must never, ever regret. To regret your past is to regret your soul.”
― Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August

“Do you ever worry that being born into money has stunted us?” Alice blanched. “I don’t mean anything by it,” said Delphine. “It’s just—lately I’ve been wondering whether having all of our material needs met from birth has been a positive aspect of our lives. It seems to me it may have resulted in some absence of yearning or striving in us. The quest, I like to call it. When one’s parents or grandparents have already quested and conquered, what is there for subsequent generations to do?”
― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods