4.10.13

"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."

1.10.13

"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"

20.9.13

"We are an impossibility in an impossible universe."

13.9.13

"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."

4.9.13

"'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"."

28.8.13

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

21.8.13

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

13.8.13

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

27.7.13

"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.."

19.7.13

"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."

14.7.13

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

30.6.13

"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."

22.6.13

"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."

31.5.13

"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?"

29.5.13

"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."

25.5.13

"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."

13.5.13

“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.”

7.5.13

"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"

3.5.13

"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."