"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in."
"Se um homem escreve bem só quando está bêbado, dir-lhe-ei: embebede-se. E se ele me disser que o seu fígado sofre com isso respondo: o que é o seu fígado? É uma coisa morta que vive enquanto você vive, e os poemas que escrever vivem sem enquanto."
Bernardo Soares
And i agree (with both of them)
posted by eternal sunshine @ 8:45 AM
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