não me castigue se falo
minha vida foi tão bonita!
nossos verbos têm tempos,
não são como o Vosso,
"Mulher ao cair da tarde"
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One can learn such a lot and enjoy such a lot in seventy years, and three generations is a long, long time to see human follies and acquire human wisdom. Anyone who is wise and has lived long enough to witness the changes of fashion and morals and politics through the rise and fall of three generations should be perfectly satisfied to rise from his seat and go away saying, 'It was a good show,' when the curtain falls.
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To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: Why not?
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The secret of life is suffering. It is what is hidden behind everything.
—Oscar Wilde (1854–1900), De Profundis
Photo of a farmer in despair over the Depression, 1932, at Wikimedia Commons
It is one of the lessons of fairy-stories (if we can speak of the lessons of things that do not lecture) that on callow, lumpish, and selfish youth peril, sorrow, and the shadow of death can bestow dignity, and even sometimes wisdom.
–J.R.R. Tolkien (1892-1973), from lecture On Fairy Stories
Photo of a young Afghan refugee by Franz, fsHH on Pixabay
Color - Caste - Denomination -
These - are Time's Affair -
Death's diviner Classifying
Does not know they are -
As in sleep - all Hue forgotten -
Tenets - put behind -
Death's large - Democratic fingers
Rub away the Brand -
If Circassian - He is careless -
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde - or Umber -
Equal Butterfly -
They emerge from His Obscuring -
What Death - knows so well -
Our minuter intuitions -
—Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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In language there is life, in language there is death.
I ka olele no ke ola, i ka olele no ka make.
Photo of Hawai'ian waves by Greg Smith, Kettering, Ohio
...When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss,
They take away their first day in the snow...
—Yevgeny Yevtushenko (1933–2017), from the poem “People”
Here are some other versions of this poem.
In the parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended. What goes up does not necessarily come down….Time, too, is different. It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then….
Another odd feature of the parallel universe is that although it is invisible from this side, once you are in it you can easily see the world you came from….
Every window on Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.