Feverieiro

Queria ter-te contado, mas claro, já cá não estás, ou sou eu que não estou, não sei bem, somos agora de novo desconhecidos, imagina, desconhecidos, morremos civilmente, desaparecemos, é difícil às vezes não ter nojo da vida.

“Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it.”

“There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.”

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

“Nothing changes until something moves.”