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“And no one knew better than I did what it meant to make your own head masculine so that it would be accepted by the culture of men; I had done it, I was doing it.”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women’s intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn’t realize it.” I waited in silence”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“Tu és Sete-Sóis porque vês às claras, tu serás Sete-Luas porque vês às escuras, e, assim, Blimunda, que até aí só se chamava, como sua mãe, de Jesus, ficou sendo Sete-Luas, e bem batizada estava, que o batismo foi de padre, não alcunha de qualquer um. Dormiram nessa noite os sóis e as luas abraçados, enquanto as estrelas giravam devagar no céu, Lua onde estás, Sol aonde vais.”
― José Saramago, Baltasar and Blimunda

“But what Andy never understood about him was this: he was an optimist. Every month, every week, he chose to open his eyes, to live another day in the world. He did it when he was feeling so awful that sometimes the pain seemed to transport him to another state, one in which everything, even the past that he worked so hard to forget, seemed to fade into a gray watercolor wash. He did it when his memories crowded out all other thoughts, when it took real effort, real concentration, to tether himself to his current life, to keep himself from raging with despair and shame. He did it when he was so exhausted of trying, when being awake and alive demanded such energy that he had to lie in bed thinking of reasons to get up and try again,”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life