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From The Sphinx without a Secret by Oscar Wilde (1887).
“If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “Because I feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.”
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush (via coral)
He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
Dorothy Livesay, from The Collected Poems; “Lorca,” wr. c. October 1941
“Ela Cerveja, Ele Coca Cola. Ela disco, ele tinta. Ela toca, ele pinta. Ela dança, ele tenta. Ela sorri, ele não aguenta. Ela escandalosa, ele calado. Ela festeira, ele sossegado. Ela quer ir, ele tá de boa. Ela desiste, ele ‘me perdoa’. Ela pontual, ele demora. Ela tem pressa, ele sem hora. Ela espera, ele vai embora. Ela pergunta, ele enrola. Ela desencana, ele peleja. Ela explica, ele boceja. Ela respira, ele fraqueja. Ela entende, ele a beija. Ela ponto, ele porém. Ela forte, ele do bem. Ela do momento, ele do além. Ela ama, ele também.”
— Pedro Bial.
The End of the Fucking World (2017-)
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“Na cama, à noite, enquanto penso em meus muitos pecados e em meus defeitos exagerados, fico tão confusa pela quantidade de coisas que tenho que considerar se rio ou choro, dependendo do meu humor. Depois durmo com a sensação estranha de que quero ser diferente do que sou, ou de que sou diferente do que quero ser, ou talvez de me comportar diferente do que sou o do que quero ser.”
— O Diário de Anne Frank.
You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable.
- Stardust (2007), dir: Matthew Vaughn