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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends
"Quero me acalmar, descansar, sobreviver a toda essa bobagem."
- Anne Sexton, de uma carta para Dennis Farrell, escrita por volta de junho de 1962.
March 28, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
"Há muitas horas sombrias, as horas difíceis."
[por volta de junho de 1968]
Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
First published: 1977
Katherine Mansfield, in a diary entry dated 14 October 1922, from Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield
LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON 1957 — dir. Billy Wilder
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren, featured in "A Transatlantic Love Affair,"
Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.” [ID in alt text]
É tudo romantismo, bobagem, podridão, arte.
― Ivan Turgenev em Pais e filhos.
A Girl Wearing a Garland of Wild Roses, George Lawrence Bulleid
quando eu morder a palavra, por favor, não me apressem; quero mascar, rasgar entre os dentes, a pele, os ossos, o tutano do verbo, para assim versejar o âmago das coisas.
(Conceição Evaristo, “Da calma e do silêncio”).
Saudades do teu olhar que derrubava minhas defesas e vencia minhas guerras de dentro.
você me torce e tira de mim o suco.
eu esvazio, flácida.
e mais tarde me recomponho. outra?
a forma é a mesma, mas não sei se sou.