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  • #1
    Jeferson Tenório
    “Viver passou a ser uma questão de evitar a dor a qualquer custo. Numa espécie de encarceramento voluntário, você vai sendo acossado dia após dia pelo medo do desconforto.”
    Jeferson Tenório, O avesso da pele

  • #2
    Jeferson Tenório
    “Mas a vida seguia porque, mesmo quando se ama errado, ainda temos de viver. O amor não impedia a vida. Continua-se porque os carros não param, homens e mulheres se levantam e vão trabalhar. Todos os dias. Segue-se, não por bravura ou altivez, mas porque simplesmente não há o que fazer. E não há aí nenhum ensinamento ou lição a aprender. A não ser domar a tristeza e aceitar conviver com ela.”
    Jeferson Tenório, O avesso da pele

  • #3
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #4
    Henry Miller
    “I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

  • #5
    Clarice Lispector
    “Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #6
    Clarice Lispector
    “Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #7
    Clarice Lispector
    “Actually even the worst childhood is always enchanted, how awful.”
    Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

  • #8
    Clarice Lispector
    “Truth is always an interior and inexplicable contact. My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it. My heart has emptied itself of every desire and been reduced to its own final or primary beat.”
    Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

  • #9
    Joseph Conrad
    “We live as we dream--alone....”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #10
    Joseph Conrad
    “No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #11
    Joseph Conrad
    “We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #12
    Joseph Conrad
    “He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #13
    Joseph Conrad
    “But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #14
    Joseph Conrad
    “We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #15
    Joseph Conrad
    “You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #16
    Joseph Conrad
    “Even extreme grief may ultimately vent
    itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #17
    Joseph Conrad
    “I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmostphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #18
    Joseph Conrad
    “Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
    tags: life

  • #19
    Joseph Conrad
    “They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #20
    Hermann Hesse
    “There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #21
    Hermann Hesse
    “In eternity there is no time, only an instant long enough for a joke.”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #22
    Hermann Hesse
    “For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #23
    Tony Kushner
    “Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.”
    Tony Kushner, The Illusion

  • #24
    Tony Kushner
    “I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #25
    Tony Kushner
    “You’re a battered heart, bleeding life in the universe of wounds.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #26
    Tony Kushner
    “I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.”
    Tony Kushner, Millennium Approaches

  • #27
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “He could be heard moving about in his room with a tormented and maddening insistence, as if on those nights he was receiving the ghost of the man he had been until then, and both of the them, the past man and the present one, were locked in a silent struggle in which the past one was defending his wrathful solitude, his invulnerable standoffish way, his intransigent manners; and the present one his terrible and unchangeable will to free himself from his own previous man.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #28
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Everyone will have gone then except us, because we're tied to this soil by a roomful of trunks where the household goods and clothing of grandparents are kept, and the canopies that my parenrs' horses used when they came to Macondo, fleeing from the war. We've been sown into this soil by the memory of the remote dead whose bones can no longer be found twenty fathoms under the earth. The trunks have been in the room ever since the last days of the war; and they'll be there this afternoon when we come back from the burial, if that final wind hasn't passed, the one that will sweep away Macondo, its bedrooms full of lizards and its silent people devastated by memories.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, Leaf Storm and Other Stories

  • #29
    Eve Babitz
    “People think you should be in love with other people or your work or justice. I’ve been in love with people and ideas in several cities and learned that the lovers I’ve loved and the ideas I’ve embraced depended on where I was, how cold it was, and what I had to do to be able to stand”
    Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

  • #30
    Eve Babitz
    “Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.”
    Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.



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