"I have friends who don't know how much my friends are. They don't realize the love I devote to them and the absolute need I have for them. Friendship is a nobler feeling than love, behold, it allows the object of it to be divided into others. affections, while love has intrinsic schism that does not admit rivalry. And I could bear, though not without pain, that all my loves had died, but I would go mad if all my friends died! Even those who don't realize how much they are my friends and how much my life depends on their existence... I don't look for some of them, it's enough for me to know that they exist. This mere condition encourages me to move on through life. But because I don't look for them assiduously, I can't tell you how much I like them. They wouldn't believe it! Many of them are reading this chronicle and don't know that they are included in the sacred relationship of my friends. But it's delicious that I know and feel that I adore them, although I don't declare and don't look for them. Sometimes, when I look for them, I notice that they have no idea how necessary they are to me, how indispensable they are to my vital balance, because they are part of the world that I, shakily, built and became the foundations of my enchantment for life. If one of them dies, I'll be crooked to one side. If they all die, I collapse! That's why, without them knowing, I pray for their lives And I'm ashamed, because my prayer is, in short, directed to my well-being. She is perhaps fruit of my selfishness. Sometimes, I dive into thoughts about some of them. When I travel and I am in front of wonderful places, some tears fall for not being with me, sharing that pleasure... , living with me, walking with me, talking to me, living with me, all my friends, and especially those who don't suspect or maybe will never know that they are my friends! We don't make friends, we recognize them." (To My Friends, Vinícius de Moraes)
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies within us while we live. Norman Cousins
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The resentful person seeks to destroy in others what they desire and cannot have.
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I have several faces. One of them is almost beautiful, another is almost ugly. I'm a what? Almost everything. Clarice Lispector
he who demonstrates his wealth declares his state of poverty...
Atrás da Porta is a friend's song, where the drama is that of the woman: loving and being abandoned, because of the war or even by another woman. The word friend can mean boyfriend or lover. The troubadour assumes the female lyrical self, that is, it is the voice of the woman, who expresses, in a simpler way, her feelings, who suffers from missing her friend (boyfriend). It is possible to notice the presence of dialogues. This happens because the woman never speaks directly to her interlocutor (her friend), but makes confessions to her mother, her friends or even elements of nature: birds, fountains, streams and others.
Poets muddy the waters to make them appear deep. Friedrich Nietzsche
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised sincerely for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under the rule of robber barons than under the rule of omnipotent moral meddlers. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some time be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - C.S. Lewis
How can you hate a villain when while a hero sacrifices his love to save the world, a villain sacrifices the world to save his love?
"I can change almost anything, but I cannot change human nature." - John (Dr. Manhattan).
The ignorant affirm, the wise doubt, the sensible reflects. Aristotle
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Every little bit of peace I bring to someone is worth the peace that was never mine. Chico Xavier
“There are more things, Lucílio, capable of frightening us than there are of defeating us; we suffer more in imagination than in reality... Thus, some things torment us more than they should; some torment us before they should; and some torment us when they shouldn't torment us. “Seneca