domingo, 28 de dezembro de 2008

The quiet Word by Jeffrey Mcdaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings,
I put itto my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night,
I call my longdistance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

(via breathsoftruth: slightlydrunk)

pra fazer ano que vem

Primeiro passo

Give me your hand. I may not lead you into forever, but I will lead you into now, and sometimes, if you are lucky, now is the first step, into forever.
— William F Payne

" People spend their whole lives trying to live up to other people’s expectations and being told what to do. I say, screw that. Be free. Do what you want, go where you want, and reach for the sky because life has no limits or boundaries. Boundaries are just other people’s fears, and limits are just other people’s expectations. You only get one chance to do all the things that life offers you. Have no enemies, no regrets, no fears and then you’ll really have lived life. "

sábado, 27 de dezembro de 2008

Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down.
— Ann Landers (via onherway) (via allisonweiss) (via amandoline)

“ I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? Zhuangzi

quinta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2008

Feliz Natal!

"Acabo de realizar:
Nunca olhei em seus olhos.
Mas, meu bem,
a surpresa é que eu,
logo eu,
sei quantas pintas há em seu rosto.
Só não faço idéia com qual cor
seus olhos enxergam o mundo."

You’ve been walking in circles, searching. Don’t drink by the water’s edge. Throw yourself in. Become the water. Only then will your thirst end.
— Jeanette Berson

terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
— Jim Morrison

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
— Sylvia Plath

A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as
vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind
simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can
either rip us apart or hold us together.

segunda-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2008

I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!
— The Holiday

Someday someone might come into your life and love you the way you’ve always wanted. If your someday was yesterday, learn. If your someday is tomorrow, hope. If your someday is today, cherish.

A woman has strengths that amaze me, she can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens, she holds happiness, love and opinions, she smiles when she feels like screaming, she sings when she feels like crying, cries when shes happy, and laughs when shes afraid, her love is unconditional, there’s only one thing wrong with her and that is that sometimes she forgets what she is worth.
— Unknown

"As pessoas geralmente são despropositadas e egoístas... Perdoe-os mesmo assim. Se for bondoso, as pessoas o acusarão de segundas intenções. Seja bom mesmo assim. Se for honesto, as pessoas podem lhe enganar. Seja honesto mesmo assim. Se encontrar a felicidade, as pessoas podem se tornar invejosas... Seja feliz mesmo assim. A diferença que fizer hoje pode ser esquecida amanhã... Faça a diferença mesmo assim. Dê ao mundo o melhor que você tem, e isso pode não ser o bastante. Dê o seu melhor mesmo assim. Porque no final, isso é entre você e Deus. Nunca foi entre você e as pessoas de qualquer modo."
Madre Tereza

Well behaved women rarely make history.
— Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

“ You ask me what I want this year, and I’ll try to make this kind and clear, just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days.
‘i love you but i can’t be with you’ is the line of a coward. it should be, ‘i love you and i’ll do everything just to be with you because being with you is worth it.’ if you really want someone, there is no excuse.
— anonymous
"The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which makes you lonely"
Lorraine Hansberry

segunda-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2008


I have never heard of a man described as lucky…and yet in my career I have been told a million times how lucky I’ve been. Women who have achieved are not lucky. We are lucky if we don’t fall out of the sky in an airplane or if a plank doesn’t hit us in the head. But at work we are ballsy, hardworking. We are magnificent.
— Sheila Nevins.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
— Unknown


“ We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore, until we finally understand for ourselves like Benjamin Franklin meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping. And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.
Ellen Pompeo, Grey’s Anatomy


Wherever you are, whatever your circumstance may be, whatever misfortune you may have suffered, the music of your life has not gone. It is inside you - if you listen to it, you can play it.
— Nido Qubein

sábado, 13 de dezembro de 2008

quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008

No Glue today

i was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. what is broken is broken—and i’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as i lived.
— margaret mitchell

sábado, 6 de dezembro de 2008

sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008


Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: “I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today, I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today and I’m going to be happy in it
Groucho Marx

quinta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2008

terça-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2008



nothing of me is original. i am the combined effort of everybody i’ve ever known.
— chuck palahniuk

segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2008


“When I was a child, my mother said to me, `If you become a soldier you'll be a general. If you become a monk you'll end up as the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
-- Pablo Picasso



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