Tristan and Isolde

John William Waterhouse  1911  Oil on canvas  Whitford and Hughes

Se não consegues entender o meu silêncio de nada irá adiantar as palavras, pois é no silêncio das minhas palavras que estão todos os meus maiores sentimentos.

Oscar Wilde

while we journey

from

Poems by    Bronte Sisters

Because the road is rough and long, Shall we despise the skylark’s song, That cheers the wanderer’s way? Or trample down, with reckless feet, The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet, Because they soon decay?

Pass pleasant scenes unnoticed by, Because the next is bleak and drear; Or not enjoy a smiling sky, Because a tempest may be near?

No! while we journey on our way,

Não quero que o tempo volte, nem que as lembranças magníficas já vividas se repitam. Só quero novas histórias, maiores e ainda melhores!

Dani Moraes

Leonard Cohen “I’m Your Man” lyrics

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I’ll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I’m your man

Ah, the moon’s too bright
The chain’s too tight
The beast won’t go to sleep
I’ve been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your man

And if you’ve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I’ll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I’m your man

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you

 

A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, mas do bom uso que fazemos do que temos.

Thomas Hardy

Tartuffe

from

The Picture of Dorian Gray by    Oscar Wilde

“What becomes of your simile about the orchid?”

“Ugliness is one of the seven deadly virtues, Gladys. You, as a good Tory, must not underrate them. Beer, the Bible, and the seven deadly virtues have made our England what she is.”

“You don’t like your country, then?” she asked.

“I live in it.”

“That you may censure it the better.”

“Would you have me take the verdict of Europe on it?” he inquired.

“What do they say of us?”

“That Tartuffe has emigrated to England and opened a shop.”

“Is that yours, Harry?”

Tutto ciò che siamo è il risultato di ciò che abbiamo pensato.
Buddha

moments of pure enjoyment

from

Night and Day by   Virginia Woolf

… singular charm for Mary Datchet. She spent them in a very enviable frame of mind; her contentment was almost unalloyed. High in the air as her flat was, some beams from the morning sun reached her even in November, striking straight at curtain, chair, and carpet, and painting there three bright, true spaces of green, blue, and purple, upon which the eye rested with a pleasure which gave physical warmth to the body.

There were few mornings when Mary did not look up, as she bent to lace her boots, and as she followed the yellow rod from curtain to breakfast-table she usually breathed some sigh of thankfulness that her life provided her with such moments of pure enjoyment. She was …

Se os seus sonhos estiverem nas nuvens, não se preocupe, pois eles estão no lugar certo; agora construa os alicerces.