Tuesday, November 20, 2012

“What is it my dear?"

Ah, how can we bear it?"

Bear what?"

This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"

We can be quiet together, and pretend - since it is only the beginning - that we have all the time in the world."

And every day we shall have less. And then none."

Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.” 
― A.S. ByattPossession

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

" I've never understood the difficulty some people have of grasping the simplicity of things.
In fact it amazes me their lack of clarity. I've always found those struggling fights of the self a pure consequence of one's vanity and a terrible and abominable lack of time, don't you agree with me, Stevenson? "She asked with such a certainty in her eyes and tone of voice that one could be easily convinced of almost anything...
"Actually my dear, I couldn't disagree more, but that would imply the rising of your beautiful eyebrows and a gloomy mood for the entire evening, which means that I can only say: Yes my darling, I couldn't agree more ."He spoke so calmly and earnestly that some must have been confused about this mocking or probaly innocent remark. The ones who didn't know him, of course.


Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem  Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem É porque cada instante em mim foi vivo Na busca de um bem definitivo Em que as coisas de Amor se eternizassem.
 Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen