Jason

“Ali, onde o mar quebra, num cachão
Rugidor e monótono, e os ventos
erguem pelo areal os seus lamentos,
Ali se há-de enterrar meu coração.

Queimem-no os sóis da adusta solidão
Na fornalha do Estio, em dias lentos;
Depois, no Inverno, os sopros violentos
Lhe revolvam em torno o árido chão…

Até que se desfaça e, já tornado
Em impalpável pó, seja levado
Nos turbilhões que o vento levanter…

Com suas lutas, seu cans ado anseio,
Seu louco amor, dissolva-se no seio
Desse infecundity, desse amargo mar!”
― Antero de Quental

“Even years afterward I suffered from the tormenting fancy that the huge man, my father, the ultimate authority, would come almost for no reason at all and take me out of bed in the night and carry me out onto the pavlatche, and that consequently I meant absolutely nothing as far as he was concerned.”
― Franz Kafka

“Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell.”
― Milan Kundera, The Joke

“Yes, suddenly I saw it clearly: most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in eternal memory (of people, things, deeds, nations) and in redressibility (of deeds, mistakes, sins, wrongs). Both are false faiths. In reality the opposite is true: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be redressed. The task of obtaining redress (by vengeance or by forgiveness) will be taken over by forgetting. No one will redress the wrongs that have been done, but all wrongs will be forgotten.”
― Milan Kundera, The Joke