"- You're a man.

- So what? That means I'm immeaditly guilty?

- Yes."

Conversa entre Joel e Marilyn num episódio da série "Northern Exposure"

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich

Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.

Max Frisch

Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

P.J. O’Rourke

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafis

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafis

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone.

Jo Godwin

Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.

William Parrish, Meet Joe Black

"Não sei se pelos olhos, se pelo modo de andar, quase como quem dança, um pouco curvada para trás para realçar o busto e a cintura, se pelas faces ligeiramente encovadas, o sorriso, o riso, uma certa contracção das comissuras dos lábios. Tanto te chegas como te esquivas, estás e não estás, dás e recusas. Não sei se por tudo isto, se por algo que não se explica. Sei que quando me tocas a batida da terra coincide com a do meu próprio coração.
Um para o outro, diz Rosário, minha mãe, dizem todos, até o padre, mas esse, como já se viu, é mais do que suspeito. Às vezes ainda lá vou à confissão, nunca manda fazer penitência, nem Padre-nossos, nem Avé-Marias, nada. Nem sequer para os pecados da carne. A carne não tem pecados, diz, os pecados são da alma.
- E a penitência, Padre Júlio?
- Penitentes somos nós todos.
E mais não diz."

"A Terceira Rosa" - Manuel Alegre

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

W. H. Auden

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

W. H. Auden

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand, and the Eskimos had a 100 words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that.

Brian Andreas

apagam-se luzes na ágora

não sei do caminho que me leva à biblioteca de Serai

não sei da fotografia de Susan ou dos bandos de corvos desolados

apagam-se luzes

foguetes reflectem-se na córnea

perfuram o cristalino a retina os tímpanos cravam-se no peito

no entanto

não sinto o cheiro da pólvora o humor dos mortos

não me fere o silvo dos detritos arrastados por vagas de pressão

não se me esmaga o arcaboiço

não ensurdeço

não sufoco

não sei o qué o pavor nem a assolação

estou faminta

nunca me saciaram a alma ou negaram refúgio

detalhe arrogante fútil e inútil

quando se apagam luzes na ágora

rui a biblioteca do palácio

não encontro a fotografia de Susam desolada nos destroços

não ouso o crocitar dos corvos

o fôlego da brisa nas tamareiras

as cordas da pandora.

Cláudia Santos Silva in "Criatura n3"

Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.

Alan Moore

Adults are always asking little kids what they want to be when they grow up because they’re looking for ideas.

Paula Poundstone

Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future, making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this is humanly possible.

Hannah Arendt

"Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books."

"Go Ask Alice"