#lispector

Life occasionally made me belong, as if to give me the measure of what I have lost by not belonging. And then I realized: to belong is to live. I felt this with the thirst of someone lost in the desert, gulping down the last drops of water in a canteen. And then the thirst returns, and I’m walking through the same desert.

"I follow the tortuous path of roots bursting the earth, I have a gift for passion, in the bonfire of a dry trunk I contort in the blaze. To the span of my existence I give an occult meaning that goes beyond me. I'm a concomitant being: I gather in me time past, the present and the future, the time that pulses in the tick-tock of the clocks."

Quando você realmente gosta de alguém, idade, distância, altura, peso… São apenas números.

“Anonymity is as gentle as a dream. I need that dream.”