Memorable Quotes - Books

"Amor, isto é tudo o que a gente encontrou para alienar a depressão pós-cópula, para justificar a fornificação, para consolidar o orgasmo. Ele é a quintessência do Belo, do Bem, do Verdadeiro, que remodela a sua cara escrota, que sublima a sua existência mesquinha. Bom, eu, eu o rejeito. Pratico e louvo o hedonismo mundano, ele me poupa."

"A humanidade sofre e eu sofro com ela."

"Nós representamos a comédia da vida, mas estamos mais mortos do que vivos. Cadáveres animados."

“No meu coração estúpido, a estupidez canta estourando a garganta.”

"Avec le temps... avec le temps va, tout s’en va...
Com o tempo tudo se vai, a gente esquece o rosto e esquece a voz,
Quando o coração pára de bater, não vale a pena continuar a procurar
É preciso deixar passar e tudo está muito bem.
Avec le temps... avec le temps va, tout s'en va...
Aquele que a gente adorava, que a gente buscava debaixo da chuva,
Aquele que a gente adivinhava com um golpe de vista
Em meio às palavras, em meio às linhas e sob o disfarce
De um juramento mascarado que vai perturbar sua noite
Avec le temps... tout s'évanouit..."

- a book full of memorable quotes. Sorry, just have it in portuguese.

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Chops'
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Autumn'
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen."

"In that moment I swear we were infinitive"

"We accept the love we think we deserve"

pt.wikiquote.org/wiki/As_Vantagens_De_Ser_Invis%C3%ADvel
ou
en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Perks_of_Being_a_Wallflower

"First, the color.
Then the humans.
That's usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try."

"I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me."

"Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces"

"Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children"

"Se fosse possível amá-la, ele a amaria agora. Esperou um tempo para dar a algum sentimento a chance de se manifestar, de vir para ficar, mas isso não aconteceu.
Aquilo o impressionava ainda mais que a morte, querer amar uma pessoa com todas as forças e não ser capaz disso, pois não se trata de uma escolha. Tinha impressão de que ela era a única criatura que verdadeiramente o conhecia, a única que dava sinais de compreender pelo menos parte do que estava por trás de suas poucas palavras e de suas ações. Queria se apaixonar por ela, mas não conseguia. Essa incapacidade o intrigava. Se por um lado trazia uma sensação de impotência, por outro ia tornando mais claro, por contraste, que tipo de coisa ele queria e poderia conseguir. Decidiu se concentrar nisso, na diferença entre uma coisa e ooutra. Endireitou a coluna e se reacomodou na cadeira. Só sairia dali quando estivesse cheio de certezas."

"'Take me to heaven', she said. Out of her heart came the voice.
'I can't. I wish I could' I was purring into her ear."

"Perder-se é um achar perigoso"

"Não sou adulta o bastante para usar uma verdade sem me destruir"

"Eu sou mansa mas a minha função de viver é feroz"

"E porque minha alma é tão ilimitada que já não é eu, e porque ela está tão além de mim- é que sempre sou remota a mim mesma, sou-me inalcançavel como me é inalcançavel um astro."

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