-- Zelda Fitzgerald --

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour (William Blake)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints!---I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning - #43, Sonnets from the Portuguese) |
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Aquele que luta contra monstros deve cuidar-se para não torna-se um monstro no processo. E quando olhar persistentemente para um abismo, o abismo olhará de volta para você. (Friedrich Nietzsche) |
Que importa a paisagem, a Glória, a baía, a linha do horizonte? O que eu vejo é o beco. |