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Fernando Quotes

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Veronica Roth
“Insurgent, he says. Noun. A person who acts in opposition to the established authority, who is not necessarily regarded as a belligerent.”
Veronica Roth, Insurgent

Caio Fernando Abreu
“Então, que seja doce. Repito todas as manhãs, ao abrir as janelas para deixar entrar o sol ou o cinza dos dias, bem assim, que seja doce. Quando há sol, e esse sol bate na minha cara amassada do sono ou da insônia, contemplando as partículas de poeira soltas no ar, feito um pequeno universo; repito sete vezes para dar sorte: que seja doce que seja doce que seja doce e assim por diante. Mas, se alguém me perguntasse o que deverá ser doce, talvez não saiba responder. Tudo é tão vago como se fosse nada.”
Caio Fernando Abreu

Caio Fernando Abreu
“Eu não quero que seja pra sempre, nem que seja certo. Só quero que seja.”
Caio Fernando Abreu

Caio Fernando Abreu
“Ah, mas tudo bem. Com o tempo, todo mundo se acostuma. As pessoas esquecem umas das outras com tanta facilidade. Como é mesmo que minha mãe dizia? Quem não é visto, não é lembrado. Longe dos olhos, longe do coração. Pois é.”
Caio Fernando Abreu

Caio Fernando Abreu
“No início você briga, chora, faz drama mexicano. Então percebe que é cansativo demais manter esse jeito de levar as coisas. Acostuma-seâ€� Não que pare de doer, mas que cai no seu entendimento que às vezes perdemos algo e não há solução. No fim você coloca um sorriso no rosto e finge que é sincero, até que a vida o faça realmente ser. Talvez os amores eternos sejam amenos e os intensos, passageiros. É isso.”
Caio Fernando Abreu

Fernando Pessoa
“Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.”
Fernando Pessoa

Ricardo Reis
“Wise is the man who contents himself with the spectacle of the world.”
Ricardo Reis

Fernando Pessoa
“All letters of love are
Ridiculous.
They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not
Ridiculous.”
Fernando Pessoa

“¿Para qué quieres soñar con algo que no es real? ¡Vive tu vida y ya! Necesitas olvidarte de Leila, pero necesitas olvidarla conscientemente, no mientras duermes.”
Carla Medina, Soñando Despierta

Darren McKeeman
“Lloyd moved to the blackboard and wrote ‘Maneater, Hall and Oatesâ€� at the bottom of a long list of songs and artists.

The blackboard in the kitchen had once been installed as a way of communication for the house. It had turned into a list of Songs That You Would Never See In The Same Light Again. This was basically a list of songs that our serial killing landlord had blared at one time or another at top volume to cover the sound of his heavy electric power tools. It was a litany of 70’s and 80’s music.

Blondie, Heart of Glass was on the list. So was Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf�. Sam had jokingly given him an Einstürzende Neubauten CD on the premise that his tools would blend right in to the music, and he’d returned it the next day, saying it was too suspicious-sounding and made him very nervous for some reason. The next weekend, we had gone right back to the 80’s with the Missing Persons and Dead or Alive.

I tried not to think about why he was playing the music, but it was a little hard not to think about. The strange thumps sometimes suggested that he’d gotten a live one downstairs and was merrily bashing in their skull in the name of his psoriasis to the tune of ‘It’s My Lifeâ€� by Talk Talk. Other times I listened in horror as my favorite Thomas Dolby songs were accompanied by an annoying high-pitched buzzsaw whine that altered as if it had entered some sort of solid tissue. He never borrowed music from us again â€� he claimed our music was too disturbing and dark, and shunned our offerings of Ministry and Nine Inch Nails in favor of some­thing nice and happy by Abba. You’ve never had a restless night from imagining someone deboning a human body while blaring ‘Waterlooâ€� or ‘Fernandoâ€�. It’s not fun.”
Darren McKeeman, City of Apocrypha

Fernando Pessoa
“Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el ²õ³Ü±ðñ´Ç de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos. Los muertos nacen, no mueren. Están trocados, para nosotros, los mundos. Cuando creemos que vivimos, estamos muertos; vamos a vivir cuando estamos moribundos.”
fernando pessoa, The Book of Disquiet