domingo, 20 de setembro de 2009

One of those days.


"You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days."



Grey's Anatomy

quarta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2009

The family.


The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t. But, in the end, they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.

domingo, 13 de setembro de 2009

Love a lot.


No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.



— Sarah Dessen

Heart things.


You can’t control when you lose your heart. The only thing you can do is trust, trust that the person who has your heart realizes it’s value.“



— Grey’s Anatomy

So true...


A maior desgraça de uma nação pobre é que em vez de produzir riqueza, produz ricos. Mas ricos sem riqueza. Na realidade, melhor seria chama-los não de ricos mas de endinheirados.
Rico é quem possui meios de produção. Rico é quem gera dinheiro e dá emprego.
Endinheirado é quem simplesmente tem dinheiro, ou que pensa que tem. Porque, na realidade, o dinheiro é que o tem a ele.
A verdade é esta: são demasiados pobres os nossos "ricos".
Aquilo que têm, não detém. Pior: aquilo que exibem como seu, é propriedade de outros.
É produto de roubo e de negociatas.
Não podem, porém, estes nossos endinheirados usufruir em tranquilidade de tudo quanto roubaram. Vivem na obsessão de poderem ser roubados.
Necessitavam de forças policiais à altura. Mas forças policiais à altura acabariam por lança-los a eles próprios na cadeia.
Necessitavam de uma ordem social em que houvesse poucas razões para a criminalidade. Mas se eles enriqueceram foi graças a essa mesma desordem (...)


Mia Couto

terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 2009

The way it is.


Encanto. É esta a palavra que és para mim.

segunda-feira, 7 de setembro de 2009

And I wonder?


I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.“



The O.C.

Find you.


But, if you look closely you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way; someone trying to find their place; someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied at barely getting by. But, that feeling is a lie and if you just hold on; just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find the way and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world. To remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.“



One Tree Hill

sábado, 5 de setembro de 2009

That´s all about kissing.


Trocaria a memória de todos os beijos que me deste por um único beijo teu. E trocaria até esse beijo pela suspeita de uma saudade tua, de um único beijo que te dei.


Miguel Esteves Cardoso

Eventually.


Only time will determine when and how you’re going to move on. Sure, it might not be right away like you want it to be but eventually one day you’ll wake up and realize that somewhere along the way that piercing feeling you’ve always felt inside your chest faded and went away while you were too busy living life to notice.

terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2009

Anyway.


I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose, right? And I don’t want to lose you. So this is it, this is love. Giving you the power to break me, but trusting you not to.



— Unknown