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Dancing in the moonlight, everybody's feeling warm and bright It's such a fine and natural sight, everybody's dancing in the moonlight We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight It's a supernatural delight, everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Never tell me the odds. Em Star Wars

I've learned a lot this year... I learned that things don't always turn our the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I've learned that there are things that go wrong that don't always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I've learned that some broken things stay broken, and I've learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.

Like balloons, we are filled with hopes and dreams, but over time a single sentence creeps into our lives: don't be stupid. It's the crusher of possibility, it's the world's greatest deflator. The world is full of smart people doing all kind of smart things... That's smart. Well, we're with stupid. Stupid is the relentless pursuit of a regret-free life. Smart may have the brains... but stupid has the balls. The smart might recognize things for how they are. The stupid see things for how they could be. Smart critiques. Stupid creates. The fact is: if we didn't have stupid thoughts, we'd have no interesting thoughts at all. Smart may have the plans, but stupid has the stories. Smart may have the authority, but stupid has one hell of a hangover It's not smart to take risks... It's stupid. To be stupid is to be brave. The stupid isn't afraid to fail. The stupid knows there are worse things than failure......

Baby, I finally know what im going after, I'm learning to let in all the laughter Holy Moley, you're so funnny, you crack me up, you crack me up Look out for dreams that keep returning, 'cause magic ain't no hand-me-down yearning You feel it, you want it, the way I want you babe Traveling by choo-choo train, we know where we just don´t know when Like some everlasting onion that I love Never heard a better bad joke said outloud, you flip-flop and I wall out Can you believe it, I can´t believe it, but it's true You're giving eighty billion years of giggling, a whole new world to live in But this one's real, this one's real, this one's real Like some hog tied Kangaroos, you be one and I'll be one too We play it goofy or we play it cool Everything that happened, you know it don't mean a thing to us 'Cause so much is gonna happen Because You showed me a sunset overflowing, but who cares where it's going as long as yo...

Why, it’s a pleasure to meet ya You look like one incredible creature Wanna treat you fine Let’s dance and grind Get some funk inflicted It’s a crime You’re divine You’ve sublime And, well, you blow my mind

Each of us may think we know exactly what we need to make us happy, what will be good for us, what will ensure we have our happy ending, but life rarely works out in the way we expect, and our happy ending may have all sorts of unexpected twists and turns, be shaped in all sorts of unexpected ways.

hoje me desfiz dos meus bens vendi o sofá cujo tecido desenhei e a mesa de jantar onde fizemos planos o quadro que fica atrás do bar rifei junto com algumas quinquilharias da época em que nos juntamos a tevê e o aparelho de som foram adquiridos pela vizinha testemunha do quanto erramos a cama doei para um asilo sem olhar pra trás e lembrar do que ali inventamos aquele cinzeiro de cobre foi de brinde com os cristais e as plantas que não regamos coube tudo num caminhão de mudança até a dor que não soubemos curar mas que um dia vamos Em De Cara Lavada

Talvez o senhor não tenha vontade de sair — mas será que não vale a pena um esforço? Às vezes a gente vai-se fechando dentro da própria cabeça, e tudo começa a parecer muito mais difícil do que realmente é. Eu acho que a gente não deve perder a curiosidade pelas coisas: há muitos lugares para serem vistos, muitas pessoas para serem conhecidas. Tudo isso estimula a gente, clareia a cabeça, refresca. Por que não? Em Cartas

Music Playlist at MixPod.com Não, não te quero mais, agora eu que decido aonde eu vou Não, não, não suporto mais, prefiro andar sozinha, como sou... Andar de madrugada feito traça, feito barata, feito cupim Dizer pra mim que eu gosto mais de mim, que eu sou assim e não tem jeito... Vai sair da minha vida, você vai ter que mudar da minha casa, de atitude, chega! Ainda mais agora que eu vou viajar pra me livrar de você Não quero mais ser seu amigo, nem inimigo, nada! Pra você é o fim da estrada, com você fechei a tampa Da minha casa, dos meus amigos, chega! Ainda mais agora que eu "vou viajei" e me livrei de você Não quero mais ser seu amigo, nem inimigo, nada!

“ Eu não sei o que meu corpo abriga/ nestas noites quentes de verão/ e não importa que mil raios partam/ qualquer sentido vago de razão/ eu ando tão down… ” Lembra da música? Cazuza ainda dizia, lá no meio dos versos, que pega mal sofrer. Pois é, pega mal. Melhor sair pra balada, melhor forçar um sorriso, melhor dizer que está tudo bem, melhor desamarrar a cara. “ Não quero te ver triste assim ”, sussurrava Roberto Carlos em meio a outra música. Todos cantam a tristeza, mas poucos a enfrentam de fato. Os esforços não são para compreendê-la, e sim para disfarçá-la, sufocá-la, ela que, humilde, só quer usufruir do seu direito de existir, de assegurar o seu espaço nesta sociedade que exalta apenas o oba-oba e a verborragia, e que desconfia de quem está calado demais. Claro que é melhor ser alegre que ser triste (agora é Vinicius), mas melhor mesmo é ninguém privar você de sentir o que for. Em tempo: na maioria das vezes, é a gente mesmo que não se permite estar alguns degraus abaixo da eu...

Prepare-se: vou falar Coisas Duras. Na minha sincera, desinteressada e afetuosa opinião de quem quer te ver feliz: tua relação com o Ernesto não existe da maneira como você pensa. Eu me atrevo a achar. Luciano, desguia, entra noutra, arruma um namorado novo, gatinho sem problemas, que dê cama & carinho. E simples e gostoso. Por que não? Não se puna. Não finja que-os-problemas-foram-superados-e-tudo-está-num-ótimo-astral. Chama uma Ro-Ro, vira a mesa de vez e parte pra outra. Você, como qualquer ser humano, precisa de amor — e como ser humano legal e especialíssimo, merece amor de uma pessoa bonita. Não de uma pessoa TRANCADA. Em Cartas

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Retribution is tricky... The insult isn't usually worth the risk of punishment. And eventually one learns that karma has a surprising way of taking care of these situations. All you have to do is sit back and watch. Em One Fifth Avenue

Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty more levels to go. Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks - the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there - and downticks - the itch tag at the back of your collar - that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day. Maybe it didn't matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying. Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for. Em The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

It's all about getting the hand of things. Easy does it; take it easy. You'll figure everything out in time. But for right now, just keep trying. Pay attention and avoid the temptation to go further than you're ready. Talk less. And listen more.

I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.

What doesn't kill us makes us funnier. Em The Other Side of the Story

Na beleza do que ela tinha tropeçado, o medo de que algo terrível aconteceria porque ela não estava atenta o suficiente. Ela chorou de medo de algo tão bom que ela não seria corajosa o suficiente para aguentar. Em Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

Se eu aprendi uma lição de tudo o que aconteceu comigo, é que não existe tal coisa como o maior erro de sua existência. Não há qualquer coisa como "arruinar a sua vida". A vida é uma coisa muito resistente, pelo que parece. Em The Undomestic Goddess

Eu aprendi que você constrói sua própria felicidade, aquela parte de ir atrás do que você deseja também significa perder alguma coisa. E quando as apostas são altas, as perdas podem ser ainda maiores. Em Something Borrowed

Everyone has sorrow. Everyone has obligations. Everyone keeps going. You lean on the people who love you. You do the best you can, and you keep going.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com All this beauty, you might have to close your eyes And slowly open wide All this beauty, we traveled all night We drank the ocean dry and watched the sunrise You can ask about it, but nobody knows the way No bread-crumb trail to follow through your days It takes an axe, sometimes a feather In the sunshine and bad weather It's a matter of getting deeper in anyway you can I can see you're new, awake Let me assure you, friend, Every day is ice cream and chocolate cake and what you make of it Let me just say, you get what you take from it, so be amazed Whenever you stop, you gotta be brave

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. Em The Big Love: A Novel

I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread. Em Life of Pi

If we think only of ourselves, forget about other people, then our minds occupy very small area. Inside that small area, even tiny problem appears very big. But the moment you develop a sense of concern for others, you realize that, just like ourselves, they also want happiness; they also want satisfaction. When you have this sense of concern, your mind automatically widens. At this point, your own problems, even big problems, will not be so significant. The result? Big increase in peace of mind. So, if you think only of yourself, only your own happiness, the result is actually less happiness. You get more anxiety, more fear. Em The Wisdom of Forgiveness

E tô achando bom, tô repetindo: que bom Deus que sou capaz de estar vivo sem vampirizar ninguém, que bom que sou forte, que bom que suporto, que bom que sou criativo e até me divirto e descubro a gota de mel no meio do fel. Colei aquele “Eu Amo Você” no espelho. É pra mim mesmo.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Say what you want to satisfy yourself But you only want what everybody else says you should want

The quality of your life is the quality of your relationships.

But I should thank you for Taking my blindfold off Now I ain't jaded no more No more And I take pride In bein' the one that said goodbye That could only mean I am me, once more You would turn Your head the other way So you wont have to listen To what I had to say You assumed That I needed you But you didnt realize that I needed no one but myself I needed no on but myself

E é só ouvir aquela música que meu sorriso vem. Vem uma coisa boa. Vem a certeza que amanhã, ou depois, você vem também.

Hoje de manhã eu acordei e fiquei olhando para tudo catatônica, um misto de susto com deslumbramento. Me dei conta de que essa é a pior e a melhor fase da minha vida. Eu nunca andei tão triste e nem tão feliz. Foi difícil enterrar tantos mortos e tantas rotinas, mas está sendo muito fácil viver dentro de mim.

No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.

When you can’t be honest with people, you can’t ever relax with them.

Later that day I got into thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the YOU you love, well, that’s just fabulous. Carrie Bradshaw

For every one of those moments when you find yourself desperate to join up with someone who doesn’t respect or value who you are, remind yourself that man’s rejection is often God’s protection — and then say “thank you” and keep steppin’.

Era uma festa familiar destas que reúnem tios, primos, avós e alguns agregados ocasionais que ninguém conhece direito, e que por isso mesmo são aqueles com quem a gente logo se entende. Jogada no sofá, uma prima não estava lá muito sociável, a cara era de enterro. Quieta olhava para a parede como se ali fosse encontrar a resposta para a pergunta que certamente martelava em sua cabeça: o que estou fazendo aqui? De soslaio, flagrei a mãe dela também observando a cena, inconsolável, ao mesmo tempo em que comentava com uma tia: “Olha para essa menina. Sempre com esta cara. Nunca está feliz. Tem emprego, marido e filhos. O que ela pode querer mais?” Nada é tão comum quanto resumirmos a vida de outra pessoa e achar que ela não pode querer mais. Fulana é linda, jovem e tem um corpaço, o que mais ela quer ? Sicrana ganha rios de dinheiro é valorizada no trabalho e vive viajando, o que é que lhe falta? É quase um pecado confessar: sim, quero mais. Quero não ter condescendência com o tédio, ...

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you'll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.

A verdade é que, enquanto você estiver assim, nessa interminável agonia, esperando notícias que nunca chegam, vai deixar passar várias possibilidades interessantes ao seu redor. Claro, ninguém se compara a quem você aguarda, mas quem você aguarda não está disponível no momento. Poderá, inclusive, nunca estar, apesar de tudo o que foi dito naquele dia. Pessoas que somem não são confiáveis.

There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. Em Message in a Bottle

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Em Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Cada vez mais gosto da luz, cada vez acho a alegria, o prazer, mais importantes. Tudo na trilha de descobertas tão simples, tão fundamentalmente leves.

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Tudo é loucura ou sonho no começo, nada do que o homem fez no mundo teve início de outra maneira - mas já tantos sonhos se realizaram que não temos o direito de duvidar de nenhum deles.

Love, love is something else. It’s the weather being good every day because wind and rain is just another kind of good weather. That’s love. :)

Comovo-me em excesso, por natureza. E por ofício, acho medonho alguém viver sem paixões…

Everybody's got opinions girl There own versions of a good idea But the best one I can think of now Is to make sure that I keep you near And I know that I've got to keep it up Cus I can see you're feeling down And I wanna get myself dressed up yeah And take you out on the town

Fiquei com um certo nojo de você. Não sei por quê, mas sua lembrança, hoje, me dá asco. Quando eu quiser dar uma emagrecida, vou voltar a pensar em você por uns dias. :)

Quando partiu, levava as mãos no bolso, a cabeça erguida. Não olhava para trás, porque olhar para trás era uma maneira de ficar num pedaço qualquer para partir incompleto, ficado em meio para trás. Não olhava, pois, e, pois não ficava. Completo, partiu.

Eu preciso disfarçar que não paro mais de rir, mas aí olho pra você e você também está sempre rindo. Se isso não for o motivo para a gente nascer, já não entendo mais nada desse mundo.

Fazia muito tempo que eu não tinha vontade de sorrir para nada nem para ninguém, então era extraordinário que ele conseguisse perturbar assim os cantos dos meus lábios…

E nada como um tempo após um contratempo pro meu coração.

E quis te dizer de como era bom que a gente tivesse se encontrado, assim, sem pedir, sem esperar.

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When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said. Em Dairy Queen

Ser capitã desse mundo, poder rodar sem fronteiras, viver um ano em segundos, não achar sonhos besteira. Me encantar com um livro que fale sobre vaidade, quando mentir for preciso, poder falar a verdade.

Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.

I remember the moment you told me Our love was lost and ooh How it split me in two pieces Never thought you’d be so cruel So calm and so cool Stop for a second and see Can you see, can you see Look back baby it’s your heartbox missing a beat ‘Cause it’s me that’s walking on the sunny side of the street In the sunshine In the sunshine Well I guess I was wrong When I thought I heard my heart say That you must be the one ‘Cause it’s only a couple of weeks now And it’s already gone Yes she’s already gone And now I’m moving on and on and on

I was in a plane to Panama And a fly landed on her thigh And though I brushed it off quite brashly I introduced myself And she said her name was Sky A simple ‘Hi' and I could tell That her plainness was well seamless And somewhere deep inside She drove a calm and weightless determination And to what lands her mind would travel I don't know but I was so curious I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds I asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air And airily she answered with an accent so careful I could feel each syllable "I love things that seem Impossible..." :)))

"I've given lots of people chances", she said suddenly, as if Marion was still in the room to hear us. "But there's only so much faith you can have in people".

The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. THAT is their mystery and magic. Em The God of Small Things

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

Aos que pretendem empreender essa viagem, o autor pede que levem consigo, para o caso de se perderem, três distinções básicas: ciúme é querer manter o que se tem; cobiça é querer o que não se tem; inveja é não querer que o outro tenha. E que prestem atenção: a inveja é um vírus que se caracteriza pela ausência de sintomas aparentes. O ódio espuma. A preguiça se derrama. A gula engorda. A avareza acumula. A luxúria se oferece. O orgulho brilha. Só a inveja se esconde. E que tomem cuidado: como adverte uma personagem desse livro, a emergente Vera Loyola, « o verdadeiro amigo não é o que é solidário na desgraça, mas o que suporta o seu sucesso ». Ou, como constatou outro personagem, o Padre: « A solidariedade na alegria é muito rara ». E que não se esqueçam: como dizia Nelson Rodrigues, « há coisas que o sujeito não confessa nem ao padre, nem ao psicanalista, nem ao médium depois de morto ». Uma delas certamente é a inveja. Portanto, preparem-se para participar de um jogo em que o im...

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.

The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

Se fosse dor tudo na vida, Seria a morte o sumo bem. Libertadora, apetecida, A alma dir-lhe-ia, ansiosa: - Vem! Quer para a bem-aventurança Leves de um mundo espiritual A minha essência, onde a esperança Pôs o seu hálito vital; Quer no mistério que te esconde, Tu sejas, tão somente, o fim: - Olvido, impertubável, onde "Não restará nada de mim!" Mas horas há que marcam fundo... Feitas, em cada um de nós, De eternidades de segundo, Cuja saudade extingue a voz. Ao nosso ouvido, embaladora, A ama de todos os mortais, A esperança prometedora, Segreda coisas irreais. E a vida vai tecendo laços Quase impossíveis de romper: Tudo o que amamos são pedaços Vivos do nosso próprio ser. A vida assim nos afeiçoa, Prende. Antes fosse toda fel! Que ao se mostrar às vezes boa, Ela requinta em ser cruel... Em A Vida Assim nos Afeiçoa