De tudo, ficaram três coisas: a certeza de que ele estava sempre começando, a certeza de que era preciso continuar e a certeza de que seria interrompido antes de terminar. Fazer da interrupção um caminho novo. Fazer da queda um passo de dança, do medo uma escada, do sono uma ponte, da procura um encontro. Em O Encontro Marcado
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Who knew, that you'd be up in here looking like you do
You're making staying over here impossible
Baby, I must say your aura is incredible
If you don't have to go, don't...
Do you know what you started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rocking on the dance floor acting naughty
Your hands around my waist, just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest and now we're face to face
Às vezes o que parece um descaminho na verdade é um caminho inaparente que conduz a outro caminho melhor. Às vezes não. O que a gente pode fazer é dar crédito ou não à pessoa. Frequentemente não vale a pena. Frequentemente vale.
É, pensando bem, com o passar do tempo, através de passagens inúteis da vida, que pessoas perdem o que mais amam, pelo simples fato de terem atitudes inúteis que, só fazem com que deixem de ser cegos quando percebem que perderam algo precioso demais...
So I hopped on a train 3 in the afternoon
I don't know when I'm coming back, but i hope that its soon
See I never thought (never thought) that I'd have to leave your side (your side)
Its only physically, but i know that you'll be on my mind 24 hours at a time
Cause in my eyes, you were mine (you were mine)
No matter where you go, I wont be very far
Cause in my head I'll be right there where you are
Cause love has no distance, baby,
Love, love has no distance, baby,
No, not when it comes to you and me
See, she wrote me a letter, said the weather wasn't better but she said that she was doing fine
I wanna see you face to face, that's what she wrote to me that day
And i knew that it was all a sign, so I wrote back with this song
Promised it won't be too long, wanna make up for all our lost time
Cause in my eyes, you were mine (you were mine)
So I'm going through these boxes, my life's gone off track
Cause its been three years and she hasn't wri…
And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts…
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about those who don’t. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.
Black bears rarely attack. But here's the thing. Sometimes they do. All bears are agile, cunning and immensely strong, and the are always hungry. If they want to kill you and eat you, they can, and pretty much whenever they want. That doesn't happen often, but - and here is the absolutely salient point - once would be enough.
Em A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail
Ladies, let me give you some advice. You can throw all your stupid fucking chick-lit, self-help, why-doesn't-he-love-me books out, because this is all you need to know: Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as "deserving" respect; you get what you demand from people... if you demand respect, he will either respect you or he won't associate with you. It really is that simple.
I wanted a boyfriend who was a Christian but who wasn't uptight about it, who was good-looking and intelligent and had an interesting job and a sense of humor, who said "fuck" when the situation warranted it, who had attempted to but been unable to finish St. Augustine's City of God, who could argue politics with my mother and talk business with my father, who liked Indian food and had nice friends and knew how to dress and would like someday to live abroad.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps. Or maybe a quiet, heartfelt conversation into the wee hours of the night. Or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
We’re all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what’s coming. It’s pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are.
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 in 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.
Don't say a word, I'm sure that it won't be enough to erase what I know
Just happens not what dreams are made of
This is my house and I won't allow the disrespect
Baby don't look at me like that, I don't belong to you
'Cause baby now that you're caught what am I supposed to say
We went so wrong, that what you did
But I still feel this way, I can't believe it or forget it, what I saw today
And if you're wonderin' if I'm staying
The answer is no way
And then I saw something I know did not belong to me
But then I thought there was no way you would do that to me
And then last week when you went outside to use your phone
I felt a chill but told myself that it was from the cold
And I just woke up but I wish that it was a nightmare
'Cause when I have those it isn't real like this one is
This is my heart and I won't allow the disrespect
Baby don't look at me like that, I don't belong to you
'Cause baby no…
Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.
'Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.'
Em Breakfast at Tiffany's: A Short Novel and Three Stories
O homem é, no corpo como no espírito, um equilíbrio de tensões. Só que as do espírito, mais do que as do corpo, se reorganizam com mais frequência. Equilibrado o espírito, mete-se-lhe uma ideia nova. Se não é expulsa, há nela a verdade. Porque a verdade é isso: a inclusão de seja o que for no nosso mecanismo sem que lhe rebente as estruturas.
Não gosto de lágrimas, de fados nem de guitarras, gosto das belas coisas claras e simples, das grandes ternuras perfeitas, das doces compreensões silenciosas, gosto de tudo, enfim, onde encontro um pouco de Beleza e de Verdade, de tudo menos do bípede humano, em geral, é claro, porque há ainda no mundo, graças a Deus, almas-astros onde eu gosto de me refletir, almas de sinceridade e de pureza sobre as quais adoro debruçar a minha.
Porque é que, na maior parte das vezes, os homens na vida quotidiana dizem a verdade? Certamente, não porque um deus proibiu mentir. Mas sim, em primeiro lugar, porque é mais cômodo, pois a mentira exige invenção, dissimulação e memória. Por isso Swift diz: «Quem conta uma mentira raramente se apercebe do pesado fardo que toma sobre si; é que, para manter uma mentira, tem de inventar outras vinte». Em seguida, porque, em circunstâncias simples, é vantajoso dizer diretamente: quero isto, fiz aquilo, e outras coisas parecidas; portanto, porque a via da obrigação e da autoridade é mais segura que a do ardil. Se uma criança, porém, tiver sido educada em circunstâncias domésticas complicadas, então maneja a mentira com a mesma naturalidade e diz, involuntariamente, sempre aquilo que corresponde ao seu interesse; um sentido da verdade, uma repugnância ante a mentira em si, são-lhe completamente estranhos e inacessíveis, e, portanto, ela mente com toda a inocência.
Sometimes I get my head in a dizzy Feeling so lost, ticking you off Now boy, you know me well Said, I’m that kind of feeling That kind of soft, that kind of silly But when I’m in doubt, I open my mouth And words come out, words come out like Baby, there’s a shark in the water There’s something underneath my bed Oh, please believe I said
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
Em Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
Sendo variável o nosso “eu”, que é dependente das circunstâncias, um homem jamais deve supor que conhece outro. Pode somente afirmar que, não variando as circunstâncias, o procedimento do indivíduo observado não mudará.O chefe de escritório que já redige há vinte anos relatórios honestos, continuará sem dúvida a redigi-los com a mesma honestidade, mas cumpre não o afirmar em demasia. Se surgirem novas circunstâncias, se uma paixão forte lhe invadir a mente, se um perigo lhe ameaçar o lar, o insignificante burocrata poderá tornar-se um celerado ou um herói. As grandes oscilações da personalidade observam-se quase exclusivamente na esfera dos sentimentos. Na da inteligência, elas são muito fracas. Um imbecil permanecerá sempre imbecil. As possíveis variações da personalidade, que impedem de conhecermos a fundo os nossos semelhantes, também obstam a que cada qual se conheça a si próprio. O adágio “Nosce te ipsum” dos antigos filósofos constitui um conselho irrealizável. O “eu” exterioriza…
Tequila, café e cigarros exatamente nessa ordem me preenchiam. Aquela velha história do amigo engarrafado me era completamente aplicável, não havia companhia melhor. Porque eu não desejava conversar, pessoas se preocupam demasiadamente e eu não precisava de especulações, conversas enfadonhas e repetir tudo o que estava acontecendo comigo. Não. Eu não quero falar sobre isso. Isso o quê? Se eu tivesse noção do que era. Acontece que esses dias estão tortuosos e eu não desejo levantar-me daqui, a poltrona já adquiriu o formato do meu quadril e a TV me dá o entretenimento necessário para continuar trancafiada aqui. Sossego é o que eu quero. Desde que ele fora embora eu ouço versos que me falam sobre amores arruinados, o coração já não bate, esquecera completamente o tal do Tum-tum-tum. Será que o coração bate assim? Há algum tempo que não sei como ele reage, porque os dias estão vazios. Sabe toda aquela ideologia de que é possível viver sozinho? Pois é. Acreditava nisso piamente porque ele…
"I love you", he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
Why does anyone stay in an unhappy relationship? Because people do. They do it all the time. And the truth is, when you’re in it, when you’re up to your neck in the everyday part of life with another human being, sometimes you don’t exactly notice how bad things really are. It’s not always as apparent as it would seem. Unhappiness, when it involves another person, can be like that line from The Sun Also Rises about going bankrupt, how it happens two ways: gradually, and then suddenly.
You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.