"It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others."

"Alteridade (ou outridade) é a concepção que parte do pressuposto básico de que todo o homem social interage e interdepende de outros indivíduos. Assim, como muitos antropólogos e cientistas sociais afirmam, a existência do "eu-individual" só é permitida mediante um contato com o outro (que em uma visão expandida se torna o Outro - a própria sociedade diferente do indivíduo)"

"No fundo, poderíamos ser como na superfície", pensou Oliveira, "mas teríamos que viver de outra maneira. E o que quer dizer viver de outra maneira? Talvez viver absurdamente para acabar com o absurdo, sair de si mesmo com tal violência que o salto acabasse nos braços de outro. Sim, talvez o amor, mas o otherness dura para nós o que dura uma mulher, e além disso só no que toca a essa mulher. No fundo, não há otherness, apenas o agradável togetherness. É certo que isso já é alguma coisa..." Amor, cerimônia ontologizante, doadora de ser. E por isso lhe ocorria agora aquilo que na verdade lhe deveria ter ocorrido logo no início: sem se possuir a si mesmo, jamais poderia possuir a outridade. E, afinal, quem é que se possuía de verdade? Quem é que tinha a perfeita consciência de si mesmo, da solidão absoluta que significa nem sequer contar com a própria companhia, que significa ter de entrar num cinema ou num bordel, ou em casa de amigos ou numa profissão absorvente ou no matrimônio para estar pelo menos só-entre-os-demais? Assim, paradoxalmente, o cúmulo da solidão conduzia ao cúmulo do gregarismo, à grande solidão das companhias alheias, ao homem só na sala de espelhos e dos ecos. Todavia, pessoas como ele e tantas outras, que se aceitavam a si mesmas (ou que se repeliam, mas conhecendo-se de perto), entravam sempre no pior paradoxo, estar talvez à beira da outridade e não poder alcançá-la. A verdadeira outridade feita de delicados contatos, de maravilhosos ajustes com o mundo, não podia ser cumprida por um só lado: a mão estendida deveria receber outra mão, vinda de fora, vinda do outro."

"Nate: I just feel like all I do, all day long, is just manage myself, try to fuckin' connect with people. But it's like, no matter how much energy you pour into getting to the station on time, or getting on the right train, there's still no fuckin' guarantee that anybody's gonna be there for you to pick you up when you get there.

Maggie: Well, I know that if you think life is a vending machine, where you put in virtue and you get out happiness, then you're probably gonna be disappointed. I know that."

"Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better."

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."

"I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
To want you to ignore his dreams
As though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
His golden arm dispatching cards
But now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter."

"Choose life. 
Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. 
And hope that someone.
Somewhere.
Cares."

"Tudo está morrendo, menos o logos presente na natureza"

“You make us believe in things that we may be afraid to believe in. You hold out for love and passion, always believing in us even when we cannot.”

"All I want in life's a little bit of love
To take the pain away
Getting strong today
A giant step each day
All I want in life's a little bit of love
To take the pain away
Getting strong today
A giant step each day"

"It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive." 

"Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond the point

Of no return
Of no return

And it's too late

The damage is done

The damage is done"

"A fotografia é a única linguagem entendida em toda parte do mundo e que, ao interligar todas as nações e culturas, une a familia humana. Independente da influência política - onde as pessoas foram livres-, ela reflete fielmente a vida e os fatos, permite-nos compartilhar as esperanças e os desespero dos outros outros e esclarece as condições política e sociais. Tornamo-nos testemunhas oculares da humanidade e da desumanidade da espécie humana (...)"

"We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog’s yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically-sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum’s scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartner feels at his mother’s retreat. That only we love the only-we. That only we need the only-we. Solipsism binds us together, J.D. knows. That we feel lonely in a crowd; stop not to dwell on what’s brought the crowd into being. That we are, always, faces in a crowd."

"You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do."

"(...) Existem três tempos, o passado, o presente e o futuro. Pois esses três tempos existem no nosso espírito, e eu não os vejo em outro lugar. O presente do passado é a memória; o presente do presente é a intuição direta; o presente do futuro é a espera."

"Solitude is a chosen separation for refining your soul. Isolation is what you crave when you neglect the first."

"We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding."

"Muchas de mis fotografía las hago sin mirar el objetivo, es como si no existiera la cámara y solo mi cerebro y mis ojos quisieran plasmar la imagen que estoy apreciando, pero llega un momento en que sin darme cuenta mi dedo realiza el disparo. Un acto sumamente mecánico pero lleno de intensidad"

"I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
I've been trying hard to find the people
That I won't leave behind

They say I got brains
But they ain't doing me no good
I wish they could

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasn't made for these times"

"Reality may not be what you want it to be, but it is the reality you now must face. You can deny this reality and try to wish it away, or you can accept it and not waste any energy on wanting it to be different."

"The dialectic case of the 'things we do', the 'things we have done' and the 'things we are going to do' has been haunting present and earlier generations. For ages people have been confronted with the soul-searching question how should I interpret the past and how do I move forward. Linguistic sayings, which were inherited from century to century, gave us a good deal of remarkable advice and moral guidance in this field : " Do what is right and let come what come may ", " Do well and fear not ", " Do well and dread no shame "."

"It may be somewhat paradoxical to refer to shame as a 'feeling,' for while shame is initially painful, constant shaming leads to a deadening of feeling. Shame, like cold, is, in essence, the absence of warmth. And when it reaches overwhelming intensity, shame is experienced, like cold, as a feeling of numbness and deadness. [In Dante's Inferno] the lowest circle of hell was a region not of flames, but of ice---absolute coldness."

"Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see ...each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition-- all such distortions within our own egos-- condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other."

"Man was created by nature in order to explore it. As he approaches truth he is fated to knowledge. All the rest is bullshit."

"Forgetfulness is a form of freedom."

"Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting."

"Life moves on and so should we"

"The art of losing isn't hard to master; 
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster"

(Do vácuo espesso da ausência)

Seriamos completos, seriamos complementares
Haveria a plenitude, repleta de uma sombra de não-esquecimento

Da incompreensão e falta de comunicação
(quando dois amantes tornam-se mudos)

A irracionalidade alastrou-se e sob sua névoa negra,
a vaidade de ideologias perdurou, deformou-se em abismo
negligenciou afeto, negligenciou abnegação

Revestidos de máscaras e consumados por absurdos
Seremos seres pétreos: secos, indiferentes, estrangeiros condenados a serem nulos

“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, (...)"

“You never get over it", she said, "but you get where it doesn't bother you so much"."

"One can't reason away regret-it's a bit like falling in love, falling into regret."

"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."

"Ele cria e nada possui
Atua e não guarda coisa alguma
Realizada a obra ele não se apega
E justamente por não se apegar
Ela não se esvai."

"Tudo me parece um sonho. Mas não é, disse ele, a realidade é que é inacreditável."

“What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.”

"(...) temos que aceitar que o universo é sem deus, e a vida é sem sentido, muitas vezes uma experiência brutal e terrível, sem esperança, e que as relações amorosas são muito, muito difíceis, e que mesmo assim precisamos encontrar um jeito não só de suportar, mas de levar uma vida decente e moral (...) Se vc admite a terrível verdade sobre a existência humana e escolhe ser um ser humano decente diante dela (...) é que se pode levar o que as pessoas chamam de uma vida cristã - isto é, uma vida moral decente. Você só leva uma vida assim se, para começar, admite o que tem diante de si e joga fora toda a casca de conto de fadas que leva a pessoa a fazer escolhas na vida não por razões morais, mas para marcar pontos no pós-vida".

"My mistakes are my life."

"I believe this power of seeing the world as fresh and strange lies hidden in every human being. In most of us it is dormant. Yet it is there, even if it is no more than a vague desire, an unsatisfied appetite that cannot discover its own nourishment…. Vicariously, through another person’s eyes, men and women can see the world anew. It is shown to them as something interesting and exciting. There is given to them again a sense of wonder.

This should be the photographer’s aim, for this is the purpose that pictures fulfill in the world as it is to-day. To meet a need that people cannot or will not meet for themselves. We are most of us too busy, too worried, too intent on proving ourselves right, too obsessed with ideas, to stand and stare."

"They love me like I was their brother
They protect me, listen to me.
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy"

"Get them to love you,
While they may depending
On your words and wealth,
The only one who's really
Judging you is yourself.
Nobody else"

"1. May I be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to me. May no difficulties come to me. May no problems come to me. May I always meet with success.

May I also have patience, courage, understanding, and determination to meet and overcome inevitable difficulties, problems, and failures in life.

2. May my parents be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success.

May they also have patience, courage, understanding, and determination to meet and overcome inevitable difficulties, problems, and failures in life.

3. May my teachers be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

4. May my relatives be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

5. May my friends be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

6. May all indifferent persons be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

7. May my enemies be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

8. May all living beings be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them. May no difficulties come to them. May no problems come to them. May they always meet with success. 

"We all are born with a certain package. We are who we are: where we were born, who we were born as, how we were raised. We're kind of stuck inside that person, and the purpose of civilization and growth is to be able to reach out and empathize a little bit with other people. And for me, the movies are like a machine that generates empathy. It lets you understand a little bit more about different hopes, aspirations, dreams and fears. It helps us to identify with the people who are sharing this journey with us."

"Chaos is order yet undeciphered."

"Cause I decided long ago
But that's the way it seems to go, 
When trying so hard to get to something real, it feels"

"Were we given masks instead of faces? Were we given hysteria instead of feelings? Were we given shame and guilt instead of love and forgiveness?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I do all these dumb things. I think in these distorted ways. Now I'm burnin' up. I'm scared I'm gonna lose all the wisdom I ever learned."

"Unbroken word sketches
of the subconscious pictures 
of sections of the 
memory life of an
imbecile genius resting
in the madhouse of his 
mind—the word
flow must not be disturbed,
or picture forgotten for 
words’ sakes, nor the 
pictures stretched beyond 
their bookmovie strength
except parenthetically."

"We are paper thin. Happen to exist between the percentages temporarily. And this is the best and the worst part, the time factor. And there's nothing you can do about it. You can sit on top of a mountain and meditate for decades and nothing will change. You can change yourself to be acceptable, but maybe this is wrong. perhaps we think too much. Feel more, think less."

"But with you my dear
I'm safe and we're a million miles away

We're lying on the moon
It's a perfect afternoon
Your shadow follows me all day
Making sure I'm okay and
We're a million miles away"

"They say that a director always makes the same film. I try to make, as François Truffaut said, the next film in opposition to the one that came before. I'm not sure if I succeed. To put it another way, I agree with the auteur theory, but I don't consider myself an auteur. I'm more of an artisan, a craftsman."

"Like you, I too have struggled, with all my might, not to forget. Like you, I forgot. Like you, I longed for a memory beyond consolation, a memory of shadows and stone. For my part I struggled every day with all my might, against the horror of no longer understanding the reason to remember. Like you, I forgot. Why deny the obvious necessity of remembering?"

"Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life."

"What is hell? Hell is oneself. 
Hell is alone, the other figures in it 
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from 
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone."

"Chasing my damage
I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me
Chasing my damage
Because I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me"

"There are still many more days of failure ahead, whole seasons of failure, things will go terribly wrong, you will have huge disappointments, but you have to prepare for that, you have to expect it and be resolute and follow your own path."

"We do not see things the way they are. We see things the way we are."

"In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."

"He had an insatiable curiosity and compassion for just regular people, very often working-class people or artists or women. In Faces, there were older women who expressed their desires and frustrations and that was just not seen at the time. It was considered embarrassing for an older woman to have anything to say about anything emotional."

"Seeing is a neglected enterprise."

"Moments to remember are just like other moments. They are only made memorable by the scars they leave."

"E assim aqui estou, no meio caminho, tendo passado vinte anos —
Vinte anos muito mal gastos, os anos de l'entre deux guerres —
A tentar aprender a usar as palavras, e cada tentativa
É um inteiro recomeço e um diferente tipo de fracasso
Pois apenas se aprendeu a tirar o melhor das palavras
Para aquilo que já não tem de se dizer, ou para a maneira pela qual
Já não se está na disposição de o dizer. E assim cada investida
É um novo começo, uma incursão no inarticulado
Com equipamento gasto sempre pronto a deteriorar-se
Na desordem geral de sentimentos imprecisos,
De indisciplinados pelotões de emoção. E o que há para conquistar,
Por força e obediência, já antes foi descoberto
Uma vez ou duas, ou várias vezes, por homens que não podemos ter esperança
De emular — mas não se trata de competição —
Trata-se apenas da luta para recuperar o que se perdeu
E achou e perdeu outra e outra vez: e agora, sob condições
Que parecem desfavoráveis. Mas talvez nem ganho nem perda.
Para nós, há apenas a tentativa. O resto não é conosco.

A casa é de onde se começa. À medida que envelhecemos
O mundo fica mais estranho, o padrão mais complicado
De mortos e de vivos. Não o momento intenso
Isolado, sem antes nem depois,
Mas uma vida inteira a arder em cada momento
E não a vida inteira de apenas um homem
Mas de velhas pedras que não podem ser decifradas.
Há um tempo para o anoitecer sob a luz das estrelas,
Um tempo para o anoitecer sob a luz do candeeiro
(A noite com o álbum das fotografias).
O amor é mais aproximadamente ele próprio
Quando o aqui e o agora deixam de importar.
Os homens quando velhos deviam ser exploradores
Aqui ou acolá não importa
Temos de estar quietos e quietos mover-nos
Para uma outra intensidade
Para uma ulterior união, um comungar mais fundo
Através do frio escuro e da desolação vazia,
O grito da onda, o grito do vento, as vastas águas
Da procelária e do golfinho. No meu fim está o meu começo."

"I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me"

"Not Lonely. Lonesome. Lonely's a temporary condition, a cloud that blocks out the sun for a spell … Lonesome's a whole other thing. Incurable, terminal. A hole in your heart so big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddam world can fill it up."

"Vivre est un acte égoïste."

"So pay me money and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof"

"We are an impossibility in an impossible universe."

"Said the voice from afar,
Don't you know it doesn't 
have to be so hard? Waiting for 
everyone else around to agree, 
might take too long

When it won't be so hard,
(it won't be so hard)

(...)
the only one who's really 
judging you is yourself.
Nobody else."

"'No fundo, poderíamos ser como na superfície', pensou Oliveira, 'mas teríamos de viver de outra maneira. E o que quer dizer viver de outra maneira? Talvez viver absurdamente para acabar com o absurdo (...) E por isso lhe ocorria agora aquilo que, na verdade, deveria ter lhe ocorrido logo no início: se alguém não tem domínio sobre si, jamais poderia ter alcançado a singularidade. E, afinal, quem é que se dominava de verdade? Quem é que tinha a perfeita consciência de si, da solidão absoluta que significa nem sequer contar com a própria companhia, que significa ter de entrar num cinema ou num bordel, ou em casa de amigos ou numa profissão absorvente ou, ainda, no matrimônio para estar, pelo menos, só entre os demais? Assim, paradoxalmente, o cúmulo da solidão conduzia ao cúmulo do gregarismo, à grande solidão das companhias alheias, ao homem só na sala de espelhos  e dos ecos. Todavia, pessoas como ele e tantas outras, que aceitavam a si mesmas ou que se rejeitavam, mas conhecendo-se de perto, caíam sempre no pior paradoxo; estar talvez á beira da singularidade e não poder alcançá-la. A verdadeira singularidade feita de delicados contatos, de maravilhosos ajustes com o mundo, não podia ser cumprida por um só lado: a mão estendida deveria receber outra mão, vinda de fora, vinda do outro"."

"Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling."

"Movement doesn't flow
Quite like it does when I'm alone
I'll be the one who's free"

"Nada de mau se perdeu,
Nada de bom foi em vão...
Uma luz clara ilumina tudo,
Mas tem de haver mais."

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.."

"The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you; they are unique manifestations of the human spirit."

"Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through."

"The thing that separate us from others forms of lives is not our ability to make tools, the thing that separated early humans beings was the ability and desire to cooperate and to comunicate, the need we have to move one another and to be moved, to connect."

"We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives: Inside ourselves."

"Within our lifetimes, we've marveled as biologists have managed to look at ever smaller and smaller things. And astronomers have looked further and further into the dark night sky, back in time and out in space. But maybe the most mysterious of all is neither the small nor the large: it's us, up close. Could we even recognize ourselves, and if we did, would we know ourselves? What would we say to ourselves? What would we learn from ourselves? What would we really like to see if we could stand outside ourselves and look at us?"

"Eu, longe dos caminhos de mim próprio, cego da visão da vida que amo, cheguei por fim, também, ao extremo vazio das coisas, à borda imponderável do limite dos entes, à porta sem lugar do abismo abstrato do Mundo."

"There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."

“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”

"Cause your home's the sweetest thing inside of you
And our home is bigger than a mountain view
You find something you believe that you should do
Sometimes it won't come so easy but sometimes you've gotta go get mad"

"The fantastic breaks the crust of appearance … something grabs us by the shoulders to throw us outside ourselves. I have always known that the big surprises await us where we have learned to be surprised by nothing, that is, where we are not shocked by ruptures in the order."

“Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?”

"You can have anything that you want
Except the thing you really want"

"Solitary. But not in the sense of being alone. Not solitary in the way Thoreau was, for example, exiling himself in order to find out where he was; not solitary in the way Jonah was, praying for deliverance in the belly of the whale. Solitary in the sense of retreat. In the sense of not having to see himself, of not having to see himself being seen by anyone else."

"Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many months if not many years, of one man’s solitude, so that with each word one reads in a book one might say to himself that he is confronting a particle of that solitude."

"I’ve never seen an exploding helicopter. I’ve never seen anybody go and blow somebody’s head off. So why should I make films about them? But I have seen people destroy themselves in the smallest way. I’ve seen people withdraw. I’ve seen people hide behind political ideas, behind dope, behind the sexual revolution, behind fascism, behind hypocrisy, and I’ve myself done all these things. In our films what we are saying is so gentle. It’s gentleness. We have problems, terrible problems, but our problems are human problems."

"- It's beautiful.
- What?
- Life. So long."

"I think that what a person normally goes to the cinema for is time: for time lost or spent or not yet had. He goes there for living experience; for cinema, like no other art, widens, enhances and concentrates a person’s experience—and not only enhances it but makes it longer, significantly longer. That is the power of cinema: ‘stars’, story-lines and entertainment have nothing to do with it."

"I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody."

"Am I in love? ― yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits."

"Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known. A man will say: I am cold. Or else he will say nothing, and we will see him shivering. Either way, we will know that he is cold. But what of the man who says nothing and does not shiver? Where all is intractable, here all is hermetic and evasive, one can do no more than observe."

"Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful"

"I don't know how but seeing the world before my own existing was fascinating to me. And I don't know how exactly that this relates to dreams but it almost seems like I was dreaming because i was receiving visual information of something that no longer existed in our conception of time and history"

"This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me."

(do retorno à palavra escrita)

- de certo, estamos todos desolados.

"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete."