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– Pablo Neruda, from "Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines"

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"I am a cage, in search of a bird."

— Franz Kafka

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"Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?"

William Shakespeare, As You Like It

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"Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations."

-Johnny Truant, House of Leaves

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"I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them."

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— Richard Siken, I Had a Dream About You from Crush (via lunamonchtuna)

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

— Oscar Wilde.

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Be who you are, even if it kills you.

It will. Over and over again, Even as you live.

Break my heart, why don’t you?

— Joy Harjo, from "Break My Heart," Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light

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"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

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that's when you know you found somebody really special; when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

pulp fiction (1994)

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Os poemas que nunca te li

aprendi a ler poemas / tal como uma terapia / para que meus olhos / demónios esses / não fechassem a pensar em ti. mergulhava nas palavras / de outros poetas / e deixava que as suas mágoas /sufocassem as minhas. Foram muitas as noites / desde que tu ausente / e eu de lágrimas prostradas / na minha cama não pernoitassemos mais Dei lugar aos teus blues / dei lugar a canetas já sem tinta / onde…

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A máquina 

Quando era pequeno, chorava muito às escondidas. O meu peito, pequenino, apertava muito e com as dores acabava a chorar no chão, quase sempre debaixo da mesa do grande salão de jantar. Os meus olhos inchavam muito e a tristeza apoderava-se de mim por alguns dias. Não falava muito durante esse tempo. Passeava sem rumo pela casa durante horas a fio, a fazer tempo para que o dia acabasse. A dor era…

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This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

Patrochilles in Phthia (2) Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles.

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Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

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"When the educated silenced, the ignorant thought he left him speechless."

— Albanian Proverb.

Meaning: There is no point in trying to reason with ignorant people, they will always believe they're right.

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"Ella es vibrante y colorida, viva en el sentido más amplio de la palabra, como un cuadro de Van Gogh"

— Desayuno en Jupiter, Andrea Tomé.

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"Tudo é efémero:

ontem escutava a tua voz

hoje só o vento."

José Tolentino Mendonça, in A Papoila e o Monge

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