sábado, outubro 23
terça-feira, outubro 19
I can't tell my heart what to feel. I can't push it, he is too fragile. I wish I could find some kind of spell to put its pieces together, so that I can breathe without difficulty again. But there isn't, like there's no prince charming in a white horse that is comming to get you. Nothing is permanent here. Nothing. We want to believe that things last forever and that is what keeps our heart beating. And at the end of the day, there is what fills us up with the strength and what keeps our heart from breaking all over again.
domingo, outubro 17
"Some say the world will end up in fire. Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perishe twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that, for destruction, ice, is also great and would suffice."
terça-feira, outubro 12
"O tempo passa. Mesmo quando tal parece impossível. Mesmo quando cada tiquetaque do ponteiro dos segundos dói com o palpitar do sangue sob a ferida. Passa de forma irregular, em estranhos avanços e pausas que se arrastam. Mas, lá passar, passa. Até para mim."
Lua Nova, Stephenie Meyer.