"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.