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February 26th, 2017

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That I must above all things love myself.

February 22nd, 2017

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Wild horses
we'll ride them some day.

February 21st, 2017

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Quem tudo quer, nada tem.

February 20th, 2017

Life lessons

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It's not how smart you are that matters, what really counts is how you are smart.

Howard Gardner


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February 19th, 2017

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Oh, you crawled out of the sea
straight into my arms.

February 15th, 2017

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If I could read your mind, love,
what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
the kind the drugstores sell.
When you reached the part where the heartaches come,
the hero would be me.
But heroes often fail,
and you won't read that book again
because the ending's just too hard to take.

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And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me.

February 12th, 2017

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... that I'll never be anything you ever want me to be.

February 10th, 2017

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Ms. Tippett: That may be your last word. I just want to ask you — when we first began to speak about On Love, which you wrote — which was published when you were 23 in the late ‘90s. You’ve now been married for over a dozen years. What did you really not know? I mean, and that book was so wise. And in fact, that book that you published when you were 23, On Love, really presented a lot of the themes you’ve carried forward in time. But I do wonder what you really did not know, what you’ve learned, what you continue to learn about love at this stage in your life.

Mr. de Botton: I genuinely thought at that time that problems in love are the result of being with people who are, in one way or another, defective. And in 2002, this belief was severely tested in that I met someone who was really absolutely wonderful in every way. And through much effort, I pursued her and eventually married her and discovered something very surprising. She was great in a million ways. She was very right. And yet, oddly, there were all sorts of problems.

And I think it’s been the path that I’ve been on to realize that those problems had nothing to do with her being a deficient person or indeed with me being a horribly deficient person. They were to do with the challenges of being a human being trying to relate to another human being in a loving relationship, that I was encountering some endemic issues that every couple, however well-matched — and there is no such thing as a perfect match — but however well-matched, every couple will encounter these problems, that love is something we have to learn, and we can make progress with, and that it’s not just an enthusiasm; it’s a skill.

And it requires forbearance, generosity, imagination, and a million things besides. And we must fiercely resist the idea that true love must mean conflict-free love, that the course of true love is smooth. It’s not. The course of true love is rocky and bumpy at the best of times. That’s the best we can manage as the creatures we are, that flawed humanity, the better chance we’ll have of doing the true hard work of love.


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February 5th, 2017

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I want you to notice
but you just don't see
the show is wasted on you
so I perform for me.

January 30th, 2017

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i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut



in Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur

January 29th, 2017

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Matthew Morgan: Well, you don't love life itself. You love places, animals, people, memories, food, literature, music. And sometimes you meet someone... who requires all the love you have to give. And if you lose that someone, you think everything else is gonna stop too. But everything else just keeps on going. Giraudoux said, you can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others. Those people are like... like extras. They cloud your vision, they're a meaningless crowd. They... They're an unwelcome distraction. So you seek oblivion in solitude. But solitude only makes you wither.

in Mr. Morgan's Last Love

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Dare me to jump and I will
I'll fall from your grace
but I'll never let go of your hand.

January 24th, 2017

January 20th, 2017

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Did you say your lovers were liars?
all my lovers were liars too.
Did you say you were afraid of dying?
I ain't lived a single day without you.

January 16th, 2017

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I'm having trouble inside my skin
I try to keep my skeletons in
I'll be a friend and a fuck-up
and everything.

January 12th, 2017

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Que a minha verdade me seja entregue por quem
me entrar ao infinito:
ninguém

Não duvido de que ficarei sozinha
e há tanta beleza nisto que tremo toda
enfiando um dedo na eternidade

Podemos ser abandonados por todos
mas seremos imortais por conta própria.


Cláudia R. Sampaio

January 10th, 2017

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The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Charles Bukowski

January 8th, 2017

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Am I that girl that you dream of?

January 1st, 2017

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I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz

December 28th, 2016

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Eu estou bem
quase tão bem
vê como é bom voltar a dizer
eu estou bem
quase tão bem.

December 25th, 2016

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Swim the length of this life with you.

December 20th, 2016

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Às vezes aquilo que nos falta é a noção de que não nos falta nada.

December 16th, 2016

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Well, isn't it strange how we change everything we did
did I do all that I could?



Estava quase a fazer a maluquice de ir a um concerto (o do Matthews com o Reynolds), dar 40€, apenas para ouvir uma música. Esta, claro.
Quis o destino, ou outra merda qualquer, que já estivesse esgotado e, portanto, não vai acontecer. Talvez não exista mais nenhuma oportunidade como esta. Mais uma lição para aprender.
É uma pena. Esta música é daquelas importantes, daquelas que vivem debaixo da pele.

December 15th, 2016

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Ascendem-me das mãos as ruas
em que não sei viver
arrependi-me de ter um nome e
tenho um pé ateado em montanhas
muito altas
e outro em crepúsculo
Tentei encontrar por entre a saliva dos
hábitos uma forma de me manter humana
e reescrita
sempre em dança radioactiva de violenta
pulsão

A minha cabeça redonda tem todos
os ângulos de um céu cansado
e muitos dedos que cavam a terra
mas não a explicam
A mnha cabeça balança e naufraga,
devagar, em coices súbitos de obstinada
existência
E eu amo em fins, e com as pernas tão imensas
esquecidas em pranto
em clareira lúcida
e vou existindo de mansinho, como uma
espada erguida,
como uma garganta afiada que aprendeu
a cortar



in Ver no Escuro, Cláudia R. Sampaio
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