Sof uras

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“A loucura, objeto dos meus estudos, era até agora uma ilha perdida no oceano da razão; começo a suspeitar que é um continente.”
― Machado de Assis, O Alienista

“com o correr dos séculos perdi o segredo do Egito, quando eu me movia em longitude, latitude e altitude com ação energética dos elétrons, prótons, nêutrons, no fascínio que é a palavra e sua sombra". Isso que te escrevi é um desenho eletrônico e não tem passado ou futuro: é simplesmente já.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“Quando saímos do restaurante, o céu era um grande borrifo de cores. O tipo de ar que fazia a gente achar que, se o inalasse, os pulmões seriam tingidos do mesmo tom de azul. Estrelas miúdas começaram a cintilar.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart