(...) though she pushed her voice out as far as possible until sometimes it became a bird and flew away, she thought it doubtful whether it ever reached the person she was talking to.
The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf
é normal uma pessoa começar a chorar a ouvir a Retrograde do James Blake à uma da manhã ou isto é só a TPM a dar-me cabo do sistema hormonal?
Suddenly I'm hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won't come
Suddenly I'm hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won't come
My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?
Selected Letters, Friedrich Nietzsche (via)
Selected Letters, Friedrich Nietzsche (via)
Quando não consideramos que o homem diante de nós é um ser humano, poucas serão as restrições que a nossa consciência imporá ao nosso comportamento para com ele.
Cidade de Vidro, Trilogia de Nova Iorque, Paul Auster
There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things - things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real.
The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts - tear ducts - to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes - then we ask: 'Will this sadness which makes me cry - will this sadness that makes my heart cry out - will it ever end?'
The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.
in Twin Peaks
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