words through my veins

Welcome to my personal library! This is where I keep all my favorite writeable stuff. They can be quotes from books, tvshows, movies, maybe even just something someone said once; Or it can be entire lyrics, poems or scenes. I built this place to myself, but feel free to reblog & use any of these quotes (as long as you give the credits to their respective owners). Also, say hi if you want to! (:

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o me! o life!

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?                                       Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. 

(Walt Whitman)

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A luz na minha voz

A luz na minha voz, a song by Flavio Venturini on Spotify

Você me fez chorar Mas eu aprendi Beber a luz do sol Cada amanhecer Deixou a cicatriz da luz na minha voz

Por que me prometeu um belo horizonte E quando eu precisei disse adeus?

Se foi um bom sinal Eu não decifrei Foi o que rolou Era a minha vez

Você me fez chorar Eu já desculpei Quis você pra mim Você me deu a ilusão de ser feliz

Se não me esqueceu tenta lembrar De um cara que só quis ser teu friend Não lhe quer mais, mas quer seu bem

Se eu precisar lhe convencer Pra mim tanto faz falar inglês Don’t call my name It’s just the end

Se foi só aventura O que será que o sol Fazia em tua boca quando me beijou? Deixou a cicatriz da luz na minha voz

Quis você pra mim Mais de uma vez acreditei em nosso amor Ao pensar em mim Lembra de alguém a quem você só fez chorar E não faz questão de ser teu friend Don’t call my name It’s just the end.

(Flávio Venturini)

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Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

Barack Obama

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north of childhood

Somewhere ahead I see you watching something out your window, what I don’t know. You’re tall, not on your tiptoes, green, no longer yellow, no longer little, little one, but the changeless changing seasons are still with us. Summer’s back, so beautiful it always reeks of ending, and now its breeze is stirring in your room commanding the lawn, trying to wake you to say the day is wasting, but you’re north of childhood now and out of here, and I’ve gone south.

(Jonathan Galassi)

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Tudo o que você quer é uma janelinha de avião pra lembrar que pelo menos acima das nuvens o horizonte é sempre azul...

Paula Pimenta (Apaixonada por Palavras)

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the sun rising

 Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams, so reverend and strong Why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long; If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me, Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

She's all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy. Thou, sun, art half as happy as we, In that the world's contracted thus. Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

(John Donne)

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Two souls don't find each other by simple accident

Jorge Luis Borges

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Yellow

Yellow, a song by Coldplay on Spotify

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called "Yellow" So then I took my turn Oh what a thing to've done And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful Do you know? You know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh what a thing to do And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful You know For you I'd bleed myself dry For you I'd bleed myself dry It's true, look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do

(Coldplay)

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sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

(William Shakespeare)

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Why do we focus on certain things at the expense of others? We will risk our lives to save a person from drowning, yet not make a donation that could save dozens of children from starvation

Graeme Simsion (The Rosie Project)

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“hope” is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers  That perches in the soul  And sings the tune without the words  And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard  And sore must be the storm  That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm  I’ve heard it in the chillest land  And on the strangest Sea  Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

(Emily Dickinson)

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

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Oceano

Oceano, a song by Djavan on Spotify

Assim Que o dia amanheceu Lá no mar alto da paixão Dava pra ver o tempo ruir Cadê você? Que solidão! Esquecera de mim Enfim De tudo que há na terra Não há nada em lugar nenhum Que vá crescer sem você chegar Longe de ti tudo parou Ninguém sabe o que eu sofri Amar é um deserto E seus temores Vida que vai na sela Dessas dores Não sabe voltar Me dá teu calor Vem me fazer feliz Porque eu te amo Você deságua em mim E eu oceano Esqueço que amar É quase uma dor Só sei Viver Se for Por você

(Djavan)

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Destroying things is much easier than making them.

Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games)

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three foxes by the edge of the field at twilight

One ran, her nose to the ground, a rusty shadow neither hunting nor playing.

One stood; sat; lay down; stood again. One never moved, except to turn her head a little as we walked.

Finally we drew too close, and they vanished. The woods took them back as if they had never been.

I wish I had thought to put my face to the grass. But we kept walking, speaking as strangers do when becoming friends.

There is more and more I tell no one, strangers nor loves. This slips into the heart without hurry, as if it had never been.

And yet, among the trees, something has changed. Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.

(Jane Hirshfield)

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If My Heart Was a House

If My Heart Was a House, a song by Owl City on Spotify

You're the sky that I fell through And I remember the view whenever I'm holding you The sun hung from a string Looking down on the world as it warmed over everything

Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine And your sides harmonize with mine Unmistakably I can still feel your heart Beat fast when you dance with me

We got older and I should have known (Do you feel alive?) That I'd feel colder when I walk alone (Oh, but you'll survive) So I may as well ditch my dismay (Bombs away Bombs away)

Circle me and the needles moves gracefully Back and forth,  If my heart was a compass you'd be North Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall Wherever you go, If my heart was a house you'd be home

It makes me smile because you said it best I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west Flower bomb perfume, all my clothes smell like you Cause your favorite shade is navy blue

I walk slowly when I'm on my own (Do you feel alive?) Yeah, but frankly I still feel alone (Oh, but you'll survive) So I may as well ditch my dismay (Bombs away Bombs away)

Circle me and the needles moves gracefully Back and forth, If my heart was a compass you'd be North Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall Wherever you go, If my heart was a house you'd be home

(Adam Young)

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footprints

An hour before the west sips old wine, the wind, lazy until now, whips my hair, blonde bater for gulls. What are they if not words in the sky which otherwise might not speak? Sun that measures earth is on their wings, soft flap of light. Private as a dream, one drops behind a wave; another pilots it in, deserting his ship seconds before it deserts him. They rest a while then fly out to search for my footprints, given to the sea to read and read.

(Mary Lucina)