sexta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2011

Como é que se diz adeus quando se quer ficar?

terça-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2011

"There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland, never."
"I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went I saw people just like you, living as slaves! But if Martha Jones became a legend then that’s wrong, because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him… I love him… And I know what he can do."
"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."
"I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."
"Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I’ll never outrun that awful feeling."
We value love not because it’s stronger than death but because it’s weaker. Say what you want about love: death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave, not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn’t hit us the way it does.

sábado, 17 de dezembro de 2011

Sei que não posso dar mais nenhum passo na sua direção
Pois só o que me aguarda é arrependimento
Você não sabe que não sou mais a sua fantasma?
Você perdeu o amor que eu mais amei

Eu aprendi a viver, meio viva
E agora você me quer mais uma vez

E quem você acha que é?
Andando por aí deixando cicatrizes
Colecionando um jarro de corações
Despedaçando o amor
(...)

Ouvi dizer que você anda perguntando
Se eu estou em qualquer lugar para ser encontrada
Mas eu também cresci forte
Para nunca cair de volta nos seus braços

Eu aprendi a viver, meio viva
E agora você me quer mais uma vez

Levou tanto tempo para eu me sentir bem
Lembrar de como devolver a luz aos meus olhos
Eu queria ter perdido a primeira vez que nos beijamos
Pois você quebrou todas as suas promessas
E agora você voltou
Você não irá me ganhar de volta

E quem você acha que é?
Andando por aí deixando cicatrizes
Colecionando um jarro de corações
Despedaçando o amor
Você vai pegar um resfriado
Do gelo dentro da sua alma
Então não volte por mim
Não volte nunca

sexta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2010

Diário de Uma Paixão.

Noah: Eu posso ser engraçado se você quiser, inteligente e esperto, supersticioso, bravo, um bom dançarino, eu posso ser o que você quiser, só me diga o que você quere eu serei aquilo pra você!
Allie: Idiota!
Noah: Também posso ser.
É como, quando alguém entra na sua vida. E metade de você diz: "Você ainda não tá preparado”. Mas a outra metade de você diz: “Faça ela ser sua pra sempre."