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Sei lá, eu só estou feliz!

Fonte - Coração! 

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A vida é estranha e misteriosa, nos traz pessoas esplendidas no momento que mais precisamos, nos aproxima, e quando vemos, passasse as horas, os dias, os anos e estamos dividindo a nossa própria alma com a pessoa, ou ao meu ver, ela se torna um pedaço da sua alma, essência e coração. Mas dai vem os problemas, as confusões, as decepções e tristezas, e aos poucos vamos nos distanciando sem nos darmos conta disso, e tudo que fica é uma lembrança, a lembrança de um tempo que não volta mais, algo que passou e da saudades sabe? Da saudades do tempo que tudo o que eu conseguia pensar era passar meu tempo contigo, as horas voavam, os dias passavam no piscar dos seus olhos, brincadeiras, risadas, tudo era motivo de piada, de risos e felicidade. Mas você já cumpriu sua ''missão' na minha vida e talvez eu na sua, e é hora de partir, de continuarmos nossas vidas, aproveitar o pouco tempo que temos. A maior prova de que nossa amizade valeu apena, é te ver agora, feliz sem mim, sem eu, sem nós, e me sentir feliz por você, orgulhoso da pessoa que você se tornou, e da pessoa que sempre foi. Me perguntam como eu consigo viver sem você, eu respondo; essa pessoa que você está vendo agora é parte dela, eu não poderia passar a vida sem conhecê-la porque ao encontrá-la naquele momento, eu encontrei uma parte de mim que estava faltando, essa parte que permanece comigo até hoje e provavelmente até o fim dos meus dias, ou para eternidade, quem sabe?...  Estou feliz por você, orgulhoso e alegre pela sua nova vida, finalmente você poderá viver os seus sonhos, e a vida que sempre desejou.   Seja feliz, minha querida, amada amiga!  Friends Forever!                                                                                                 - Johnny Wesley

Fonte - Meu coração!

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Bill contempla le brouillard matinal par la fenêtre. « Je me sens comme doit se sentir un oiseau migrateur quand vient l’automne… il sait obscurément qu’il doit retourner chez lui. C’est l’instinct, vois-tu… et quelque chose me dit que l’instinct est comme le squelette de fer qui se cache sous toutes nos idées et notre libre arbitre. Il y a certaines choses auxquelles on est incapable de dire non, à moins de se faire sauter la caisse. On ne peut pas refuser, parce qu’en réalité on n’a pas le choix. On ne peut pas empêcher que ça arrive, c’est tout. Il faut que je parte. Cette promesse… elle est dans mon esprit comme un ha-hameçon. »

Ça - Stephen King, page 133, 134

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L’histoire lui est rendue avec un F comme un coup de fouet en travers de la première page, et ce commentaire, écrit en dessous en gros caractères : ROMAN DE GARE BON POUR LA POUBELLE. Bill prend les quinze feuillets de son manuscrit, va jusqu’au poêle, ouvre le portillon. Il est sur le point de les jeter au feu lorsqu’il est frappé par l’absurdité de son geste. Il retourne s’asseoir, regarde un poster des Grateful Dead et se met à rire. Roman de gare ? Parfait ! Plein de gens passent par les gares. « En avant pour le roman de gare ! » s’exclame-t-il à voix haute ; puis il éclate de rire jusqu’à ce que les larmes lui coulent des yeux.

Ça - page 120

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“Relationships are temporary, friendships are forever! Unless they sleep with your boyfriend!” - Sophie Turner

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À travers la fenêtre, s’étendait un paysage assoupi que n’éclairait que la lumière féerique de la lune. Ici et là s’élevaient des maisons, la plupart plongées dans l’obscurité, quelques-unes avec des lumières. Mais ces lumières paraissaient minuscules, de simples simulacres, comparées à la phosphorescence spectrale de la lune.

Ça - Stephen King, page 96

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Il se retourna vers Myra, la respiration sifflante. « Il faut que tu comprennes que c’est quelque chose que je n’ai aucune envie de faire, dit-il. Si j’avais le choix, le moindre choix, je n’irais pas. Je t’en prie, essaie de comprendre cela, Myra. Je m’en vais, mais je reviendrai. » (Voilà qui sentait le mensonge.)

Ça - Stephen King, page 91

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Such a feeling would be the first step towards a paralysis of their fighting vigour. Where there are various enemies who are split up into divergent groups it will be necessary to block them all together as forming one solid front, so that the mass of followers in a popular movement may see only one common enemy against whom they have to fight. Such uniformity intensifies their belief in the justice of their own cause and strengthens their feeling of hostility towards the opponent.

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 105

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As soon as the vacillating masses find themselves facing an opposition that is made up of different groups of enemies their sense of objectivity will be aroused and they will ask how is it that all the others can be in the wrong and they themselves, and their movement, alone in the right.

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 104

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The art of leadership, as displayed by really great popular leaders in all ages, consists in consolidating the attention of the people against a single adversary and taking care that nothing will split up that attention into sections. The more the militant energies of the people are directed towards one objective the more will new recruits join the movement, attracted by the magnetism of its unified action, and thus the striking power will be all the more enhanced. The leader of genius must have the ability to make different opponents appear as if they belonged to the one category; for weak and wavering natures among a leader's following may easily begin to be dubious about the justice of their own cause if they have to face different enemies.

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 104

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Political parties have no right to meddle in religious questions except when these relate to something that is alien to the national well-being and thus calculated to undermine racial customs and morals

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 103

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But from another viewpoint also it would be wrong to make religion, or the Church as such, responsible for the misdeeds of individuals. If one compares the magnitude of the organization, as it stands visible to every eye, with the average weakness of human nature we shall have to admit that the proportion of good to bad is more favourable here than anywhere else. Among the priests there may, of course, be some who use their sacred calling to further their political ambitions. There are clergy who unfortunately forget that in the political mêlée they ought to be the paladins of the more sublime truths and not the abettors of falsehood and slander. But for each one of these unworthy specimens we can find a thousand or more who fulfil their mission nobly as the trustworthy guardians of souls and who tower above the level of our corrupt epoch, as little islands above the seaswamp.

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 102

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Undoubtedly there have always been unscrupulous rogues who did not hesitate to degrade religion to the base uses of politics. Nearly always such a people had nothing else in their minds except to make a business of religions and politics. But on the other hand it would be wrong to hold religion itself, or a religious denomination, responsible for a number of rascals who exploit the Church for their own base interests just as they would exploit anything else in which they had a part.

Mein Kampf - Hitler, page 101

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The doom of a nation can be averted only by a storm of glowing passion; but only those who are passionate themselves can arouse passion in others. It is only through the capacity for passionate feeling that chosen leaders can wield the power of the word which, like hammer blows, will open the door to the hearts of the people.

Mein Kampf - Hitler page 95

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So beautiful! 

Lollypop

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Le bonheur n'est pas la recherche material, les bon moments passés entre ami ça être le bonheur.

Saya Minatsuki - Anime Black Cat Episode 6

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Le piano reprit – de nouveau La Lettre à Élise. Jamais Bill le Bègue n’oublierait ce morceau. Bien des années plus tard, elle lui donnerait encore la chair de poule ; le coeur lui manquerait et il se dirait : C’était ce que jouait Maman le jour de la mort de George. page 15 – Merci, Bill. C’est un bateau super. » Puis il fit quelque chose qu’il n’avait pas fait depuis longtemps et que Bill ne devait jamais oublier : il se pencha sur lui et l’embrassa. page 16 Ge-georgie ? » George se retourna pour regarder son frère. 17 « Fais a-a-attention. – Bien sûr. » Son front se plissa légèrement. C’était quelque chose que disait Maman, pas son grand frère. Aussi étrange que le baiser qu’il lui avait donné. « Bien sûr, que je ferai attention. » Il sortit. Bill ne devait plus jamais le revoir.

page 17 Ça- Stephen King