Mariana Camelo

“When I was a child, luxury was fur coats, evening dresses, and villas by the sea. Later on, I thought it meant leading the life of an intellectual. Now I feel that it is also being able to live out a passion for a man or a woman.”
― Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

“In spite of everything I love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck–even then. And afterwards–perhaps most of all afterwards–I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I… we shall connect the points… and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

“There is no antidote, he writes, against the opium of time. The winter sun shows how soon the light fades from the ash, how soon night enfolds us. Hour upon hour is added to the sum. Time itself grows old. Pyramids, arches and obelisks are melting pillars of snow. Not even those who have found a place amidst the heavenly constellations have perpetuated their names: Nimrod is lost in Orion, and Osiris in the Dog Star. Indeed, old families last not three oaks.”
― W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn

“Vi a engrenagem do amor e a modificação da morte, vi o Aleph, de todos os pontos, vi no Aleph a terra, e na terra outra vez o Aleph, e no Aleph a terra, vi meu rosto e minhas vísceras, vi teu rosto e senti vertigem e chorei, porque meus olhos haviam visto esse objeto secreto e conjetural cujo nome usurpam os homens, mas que nenhum homem olhou: o inconcebível universo.
Senti infinita veneração, infinita lástima.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories