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It's beautiful 
to stay in silence
for a long
time

- Laura Arwen
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I catch the pattern
Of youur silence
Before you speak

I do not need
To hear a word

In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard

- Langston Hughes
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Peguei ódio deles instantaneamente, e me isolei de todos numa soberba assustadiça, ofendida e desmesurada. Sabe Deus por que eu não fui embora. Eu mesmo ficava cada vez mais enojado e melancólico.

- Fiódor Dostoiévski, Memórias do subsolo
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since i lost you i am silence-haunted
- d. h. lawence
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destination unknown

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God's a motherfucker, isn't he? Built me smart enough to know how fucked up my life is. But not quite smart enough to haul my ass out of it.

- Ruth in Ozark, S04E04
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wild horses can't keep us together
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when you give'em everything they only want more
- ye
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Juro a vocês, senhores, que ter muita consciência é uma doença; uma verdadeira e perfeita doença.

- Dostoiévski em Memórias do subsolo
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A história da minha vida não existe. Ela não existe. Jamais tem um centro. Nem caminho, nem trilha. Há vários espaços onde se diria haver alguém, mas não é verdade, não havia ninguém.

- Marguerite Duras em O amante
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love is passé in this day and age
how can we expect it to grow?

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Glen was so many different things. A son. A civil servant. A proud member of the Spare Me bowling team. Two time runner-up at the Southern Regional Tournament. And a great, truly tracker. But he was a lot more than that. Glen was infuriating, insulting, just so maddening. He was a hedonist, a chauvinist, a liar and a cheat. But there was one thing Glen was not. And that's afraid. Glen was not afraid. He wasn't afraid of judgment. Of being wrong. He wasn't afraid of friendship. Or romance. A bad joke. A good laugh. He was never afraid of a good time. Or bad timing. Or consequences. Or of an impossible task. Or any kind of danger.  

No matter how hard or unfair life was to Glen, Glen loved life back. He embraced it without reservation, regret or remorse. And that is rare. I wish more people were unafraid like Glen.

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An ear, cut off, is listening.
- Paul Celan
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LET THERE BE
- Paul Celan
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Forgotten things
grasped at things to be forgotten

- Paul Celan
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a nothing rose
- paul celan
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I used to be so certain
That you'd return to me.

- Anna Akhmatova
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O que é a existência? O que requer sempre revisão.
- Júlio Verne
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Forgive me that I felt forsaken
- Anna Akhmatova
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My voice is weak, but will will never weaken.
- Anna Akhmatova
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happy new year