uma coroa de lírios brancos
January 2012
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December 2011
66 posts
“From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.” —Edgar Allan Poe, Alone
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.” —Edgar Allan Poe, Alone
“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”
—Anne Frank
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
—Thomas Merton
She became so empty that she was impossible to destroy.
“From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
—Edvard Munch
“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here.”
—Ellen Hopkins, Crank
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.” —A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.” —A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
