The ways, our ways.

Life has many ways of testing a person’s will – either by having nothing happen at all, or by having everything happen at once.

― Paulo Coelho

We are responsible.

I think we’re always responsible for our actions. We’re free. I raise my hand - I’m responsible. I turn my head - I’m responsible. I am unhappy - I’m responsible. I smoke - I’m responsible. I shut my eyes - I’m responsible. I forget I’m responsible, but I am. I told you there’s no escape.

Vivre Sa Vie, 1962 - Anna Karina

Ignorance.

“What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible.. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.”

—	Egyptian Book of the Dead

I'm alive.

“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”

—	Ray Bradbury

Novembro 21

Palavras.
Muitos falam e nada dizem.
Palavras.
Com tanta variedade e escolha, não sei o que dizer.
Palavras.
Podem ter o seu encanto.
Muitas vezes, não.
Não se chama ódio.
Simplesmente não gosto quando usam as palavras de certa forma.
Quando são palavras que transmitem sensações.
Ou quando não transmitem nada e são gastas.
Ditas em vão.
Palavras.
Sem sentido.
Comunicar.
Esse acto de "comunicar" apenas devia ser com os olhos.
Não com expressões. Não com palavras.
Apenas com o brilho dos olhos.
Apenas a simples demonstração de tudo.
Com os olhos.
Oh, palavras.
Muitas são terríveis, outras são cruéis. 

The reason you're here.

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

—	Louise Erdric

Disgusting Habit.

“I’ve decided never to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit. Ten minutes ago, I saw death everywhere. Now it’s just the opposite. Look at the sea, the waves, the sky. Life may be sad, but it’s always beautiful.”

—	Anna Karina, Pierrot le Fou

You are the only one.

“No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.”

—	John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

Autumn Gold

“Of all seasons, give me the Autumn, the leaf. In the early hours, I, an old lover in love with the woods, go forth to listen to their undersong and pause, half expectant, waiting to hear unimagined music. Nor do I wholly wait in vain, for the air thrills with a mystical Benediction. The tragic tangle of our life lies far away. The golden chestnuts yonder, that crest the rising hills, are transfigured in the Joy of the morning. I walk through the land of the poets, and breathe the fragrance of its carpet of fallen leaves. At such a moment who is so blind as not to see above the Amaranth heights of Earth, a phantome tracery beyond! And when the red sunshine kindles upon the Garden of Eden, a mist sheen floats in the radiant distance—as it were the incense of Peace and sweet remembrance … and the loves of by-gone days.”

—	Autumn Gold by John Kirkrapine

Tudo me interessa.

“E assim sou, fútil e sensível, capaz de impulsos violentos e absorventes, maus e bons, nobres e vis, mas nunca de um sentimento que subsista, nunca de uma emoção que continue, e entre para a substância da alma. Tudo em mim é a tendência para ser a seguir outra coisa: uma impaciência da alma consigo mesma, como com uma criança inoportuna; um desassossego sempre crescente e sempre igual.
Tudo me interessa e nada me prende.
Atendo a tudo sonhando sempre; fixo os mínimos gestos faciais de com quem falo, recolho as entoações milimétricas dos seus dizeres expressos; mas ao ouvi-lo, não o escuto, estou pensando noutra coisa, e o que menos colhi da conversa foi a noção do que nela se disse, da minha parte ou da parte de com quem falei.
Assim, muitas vezes, repito a alguém o que já lhe repeti, pergunto-lhe de novo aquilo a que ele já me respondeu; mas posso descrever, em quatro palavras fotográficas, o semblante muscular com que ele disse o que me não lembra, ou a inclinação de ouvir com os olhos com que recebeu a narrativa que me não recordava ter-lhe feito. Sou dois, e ambos têm a distância — irmãos siameses que não estão pegados.”

—	Fernando Pessoa (Bernardo Soares, Livro do Desassossego)

I hope it's beautiful...

“Thomas Edison’s last words were: ‘It’s very beautiful over there.’ I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”

—

John Green; Looking for Alaska

Never doubt.

You. You that know everything about me without knowing. You that look at me with those eyes that purifies my soul. You, the one who talks at me with words that have feelings. Oh you. Please, keep knowing simple things like when I'm drunk or when I smoke. You're always right so please, never doubt. The day when you doubt, I know that you stoped loving me.

I want to make this dream, something real.

Today I'm in love.

I simply love the smell of nature and people's eyes. I simply love not being sober and don't think in details. I love how the day starts and how it ends. I love to smile and to see smiles. I'm loving every moment here and I don't want this to end.

Oh, I do know everything...

“I was extremely withdrawn. I was not a functioning part of teenage life. I was quite a recluse. My stupidity was in my believing that I knew all there was to know. I genuinely thought I had the world pegged. I was an incredible misanthrope. I couldn’t relate to people my age, and I’m not sure why, as I wasn’t particularly smart or interesting.”
— Laura Marling  

Stay eager.

“Do stuff. Be clenched, be curious, not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”
- Susan Sontag

What's love after all...

I'm not in love. I'm not in love with anyone or anything. I'm not in love with the sun, with the moon, with the children's smile, with animals or with the nature. I'm not in love with songs, with books, with the summer or winter. Not even in love with poetry and art. That's the saddest thing of all; I'm not in love with life.

Speak.

I know my head isn’t screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.
— Laurie Halse Anderson