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“Cala-te, homem! Um fogo apaga outro fogo; uma dor acalma com o sofrimento de outra. Dá voltas até ficares aturdido, e serenar-te-ás rodando em direcção contrária. Um sofrimento desesperado cura-se com a dor doutro sofrimento. Dás aos teus olhos qualquer veneno novo e o forte veneno antigo perderá o seu poder.”

“Why, such is love's transgression. (…)
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.”

“Ah! Porque será que o amor, sendo tão terno na aparência, se torna tão tirano e cruel quando se experimenta?”

“Há muitas madrugadas que aí tem sido visto, aumentando com as suas lágrimas o orvalho da manhã e juntando às nuvens mais nuvens com os seus fundos suspiros; mas logo que o Sol, que a todos alegra, começa no mais longínquo oriente a descerrar as cortinas de sombras do leito da aurora, o meu filho, cheio de melancolia, vai para casa, fugindo à luz; e metido sozinho no seu quarto.”

“where I have most injured I can least forgive.”

“The unkindness of your own relations has made you astonished to find friendship anywhere.”

“She expected from other people the same opinions and feelings as her own, and she judged of their motives by the immediate effect of their actions on herself.”

“Much as you suffer now, think of what you would have suffered if the discovery of his character had been delayed to a later period - if your engagement had been carried on for months and months, as it might have been, before he chose to put an end to it. Every additional day of unhappy confidence, on your side, would have made the blow more dreadful.”

“… so bitter were her feelings against him, that she dared not trust herself to speak, lest she might wound Marianne still deeper by treating their disengagement, not as a loss to her of any possible good but as an escape from the worst and most irremediable of all evils, a connection, for life, with an unprincipled man”

“Her own situation gained in the comparison; for while she could esteem Edward as much as ever, however they might me divided in future, her mind might be always supported. But every circumstance that could embitter such an evil seemed uniting to heighten the misery of Marianne in a final separation from Willoughby - in an immediate and irreconcilable rupture with him.”

“às vezes, mil ombros tremem sob o peso que na verdade estava destinado apenas a um par deles.”

"O êxtase do homicídio! Que alívio, o fluir do sangue alheio é como se desse asas!
Wese, velha sombra noturna, amigo, companheiro de banco da taberna, esvais-te para a terra escura das fundações da rua. (…) Nem tudo se realiza, nem todos os sonhos que floresceram dão fruto, os teus pesados restos jazem aqui, já insensíveis a um pontapé. Que queres com essa pergunta muda que assim formulas?"

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“But still I might not have believe it, for where the mind is perhaps rather unwilling to be convinced, it will always find something to support its doubts”

“you have no confidence in me, Marianne.”
“Nau, Elinor, this is reproach from you - you who have confidence in no one!”
“Me! indeed, Marianne, I have nothing to tell.”
“Nor I, our situations then are alike. We have neither of us anything to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing.”

“Nem sequer tinha a certeza
de estar vivo, já que vivia como um morto.”

“Se por acaso saísse da prisão, iria assistir a todas as execuções capitais. Fazia mal, julgo eu, em pensar nesta possibilidade. Pois à ideia de me ver livre uma destas manhãs, atrás de um cordão de polícias e, do outro lado, à ideia de ser o espectador que veio assistir, uma onda de alegria envenenada me subia ao coração.”

“Tinha lido que na prisão se perde a noção do tempo. Mas para mim isto não fazia sentido. Não compreendera ainda até que ponto os dias podiam ser ao mesmo tempo curtos e longos. Longos para viver, sem dúvida, mas de tal modo distendidos que acabavam por se sobrepor uns aos outros e por perder o nome. As palavras ontem ou amanhã eram as únicas que conservavam sentido.”

“Todas as noites e todas as manhãs, desde que o cão aparecera com aquela doença de pele, Salamano punha-lhe pomada. Mas na sua opinião, a verdadeira doença que o cão tinha era a velhice, e a velhice não se cura.”

“Teve um sorriso breve e, antes de sair, disse: «Espero que os cães não ladrem esta noite. Julgo sempre que é o meu.»”

chorei…

“Depois de mais uns instantes de silêncio, murmurou que eu era uma pessoa estranha, que gostava de mim decerto por isso mesmo, mas que um dia, pelos mesmos motivos, era capaz de passar aos sentimentos contrários.”

"Forgive me if I again say something not quite...But here it is: I can't help coming here tomorrow. I'm a dreamer, I have so little real life that I regard such moments as this one, (…). I will dream of you all night, for an entire week, all year long. I will come here tomorrow without fail, exactly here, to this very spot, exactly at this time, and I'll be happy as I recall what happened yesterday."

"Would you believe, when you look at him, dear Nastenka, that indeed he has never known her whom he loves so in his frenzied daydreams? Can it be that he has only seen her in certain captivating phantoms and only dreamed this passion? Can it really be that they have not spent so many years of their lives together hand in hand - alone, just the two of them..."

"...in his view, we are all so dissatisfied with our fate, so worn down by our life! And really, as a matter of fact, look how everything at first glance among us is cold, gloomy, indeed wrathful..."

"My story! But who told you that I have a story to tell? I don't have a story..."
"But how have you lived if there's no story?"

"...l don't know how to keep quiet when my heart is speaking inside me."

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

-"Oh, if only you knew how many times l've fallen in love like that!..."
-"But how, with whom?..."
-"Why with nobody, with an ideal, with the one I see in my dreams. I create entire love stories in my dreams."

"Yes, if my hand is trembling, then it's because such a pretty small hand like yours has never clasped it before. I've grown quite unused to women; that is, I never became used to them; you see, I'm alone ... I don't even know how to talk to them. Even now I don't know whether I've said something stupid to you."

"The sky was so starry, it was such a bright sky that looking at it you could not help but ask yourself: is it really possible for bad-tempered and capricious people to live under such a sky?"

I just started reading it and I think it's one of the best-written books ever