Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Depois há aqueles momentos em que a única coisa realmente inteligente que podemos fazer por nós mesmos é devotarmo-nos ao silêncio. Nosso e dos outros.
Como uma religião.
Como, por isso, a única esperança que guardamos para que nos passe a sensação de estarmos a ser engolidos por uma enorme e estúpida tristeza.
Como uma religião.
Como, por isso, a única esperança que guardamos para que nos passe a sensação de estarmos a ser engolidos por uma enorme e estúpida tristeza.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
"Yes," he whispered into her lips. "There's all the time in the world. . . ."
All the time in the world - his life and hers. But for an instant as he kissed her he knew that though he search through eternity he could never recapture those lost April hours. He might press her close now till the muscles knotted on his arms - she was something desirable and rare that he had fought for and made his own - but never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night. . . .
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
All the time in the world - his life and hers. But for an instant as he kissed her he knew that though he search through eternity he could never recapture those lost April hours. He might press her close now till the muscles knotted on his arms - she was something desirable and rare that he had fought for and made his own - but never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night. . . .
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The sensible thing”
Saturday, November 27, 2010
"Fool you are. People ain't no good."
Cair a primeira vez é ingenuidade. A segunda talvez seja fé. Mas a terceira sem dúvida que é estupidez.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Cinismo
Agora posso e devo ser cínico. Devemos sempre ser cínicos depois de termos sido ingénuos.
Pedro Mexia
(Já deu para perceber que estou fascinada pelo P.M.? Adivinha sempre o que quero dizer.)
Amargo
Vivo em estado de «self-fulfilling prophecy»: tudo o que eu achava que ia acontecer aconteceu, do modo como eu achava que ia acontecer. Nunca imaginei que ter razão fosse tão amargo.
Pedro Mexia
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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