- "São apenas homens que sonham. Se sopras, eles se diluem." (Dylan Thomas)
- "Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home." (John Berger)
- “He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master's oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.” (Akutagawa Ryunosuke)
- “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” (Pablo Neruda)
- "There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." (Leonard Cohen)
- “I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.” (Bukowski)
- “If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” (Hemingway)
sep 18 2018 ∞
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