[tove jansson em moominland midwinter] "now come spring, but not at all as he had imagined its coming. he had thought that it would deliver him from a strange and hostile world, but now it was simply a continuation of his new experiences, of something he had already conquered and made his own"

[edith wharton em summer] "she was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded. she loved the roughness of the dry mountain grass under her palms, the smell of the thyme into which she crushed her face, the fingering of the wind in her hair and through her cotton blouse, and the creak of the larches as they swayed to it"

[rainer maria rilke em the book of hours / and you inherit the green of vanished gardens] and you inherit the green / of vanished gardens / and the motionless blue of fallen skies, / dew of a thousand dawns, countless summers / the suns sang, and springtime to break your heart / like a young woman's letters

[mary oliver na introdução de long life] "poets must read and study, but also they must learn to tilt and whisper, shout, or dance, each in his or her own way, or we might just as well copy the old books. but, no, that would never do, for always the new self swimming around in the old world feels itself uniquely verbal. and that is just the point: how the world, moist and bountiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. that's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. 'here you are, alive. would you like to make a comment?'"

[rainer maria rilke em the book of images / girl's melancholy] a young knight comes to mind / riding far in the full armor. / his smile was so soft and fine: / like gleaming on old ivory, / like homesickness, like a christmas snowfall / in the dark village, like turquoise / around which pearls are fashioned, / like moonlight / on a favorite book.

[mary oliver em why i wake early / luna] how quietly, / and not with any assignment from us, / or even a small hint / of understanding, / everything that needs to be done / is done.

[virginia woolf em rumo ao farol] era como se a água fluísse e fizesse com que os pensamentos estagnados em terra firme deslizassem por ela e dessem até mesmo a seus corpos uma espécie de alívio físico. primeiro, o movimento da cor inundava a baía de azul e o coração expandia-se com ele e o corpo nadava, para somente no instante seguinte ser reprimido e enregelado pela cortante escuridão das ondas inquietas.

[virginia woolf em rumo ao farol] era seu destino, sua peculiaridade, desejasse-o ou não, vir dar assim naquela ponta de terra que o mar roía vagarosamente, e ficar ali, como um pássaro marinho desgarrado e só. era seu poder, seu dom, dispersar todas as superficialidades, encolher e diminuir, parecendo mais despojado e se sentindo até fisicamente poupado, sem contudo perder nada da intensidade de sua mente. permanecendo de pé ali, naquela ponta de terra, voltado para a escuridão da ignorância humana, pensava que nada sabemos, e como o mar corrói o solo onde estamos - era este seu destino, seu dom.

[rainer maria rilke em stories of god] then i light a lamp, and place it in a far corner, rather high, so that twilight really remains in the room, only a somewhat warmer twilight than before, a rosy twilight. and therewith my guest's face too seems more certain, warmer and by far more familiar. [...] i put my tea-glass down, rejoiced at the golden glint of the tea, slowly forgot this joy again and asked suddenly: "do you still remember God?" the stranger reflected. his eyes looked deep into the dark, and with the little points of light in the pupils they resembled two long arbored walks in a park, over which summer and sun lie luminous and broad. these too begin so, with round twilight, stretching in ever narrowing obscurity back to a distant, shimmering point - the exit on the far side into a perhaps much brighter day, while i was realizing this, he said, hesitating and as through he were only reluctantly using his voice: "yes, i still remember God".