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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Tô esperando o dia que isso vai passar. (...) Esperando alguém que ocupe, distraia, desacorrente, solte, substitua, torne nada demais.

Tati Bernardi

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“Agora eu tô te amando quietinha, sem mandar cartas, sem discar o seu número, sem passar em frente a sua casa. Afinal do que adianta gritar pra meio mundo ouvir o quanto nós temos que ficar juntos se você não é capaz de mover um dedo pra que isso seja possível?”

Tati Bernardi

Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Soneto XVIII

Como hei de comparar-te a um dia de verão?
És muito mais amável e mais amena:
Os ventos sopram os doces botões de maio,
E o verão finda antes que possamos começá-lo:
Por vezes, o sol lança seus cálidos raios,
Ou esconde o rosto dourado sob a névoa;
E tudo que é belo um dia acaba,
Seja pelo acaso ou por sua natureza;
Mas teu eterno verão jamais se extingue,
Nem perde o frescor que só tu possuis;
Nem a Morte virá arrastar-te sob a sombra,
Quando os versos te elevarem à eternidade:
Enquanto a humanidade puder respirar e ver,
Viverá meu canto, e ele te fará viver.

William Shakespeare

Mas agora estou numas da corrente do bem. Tô nessa e acho genial. Tudo bem: o mal tá lá, as pessoas ruins estão lá, pessoas mesquinhas, mas não vão me atrapalhar mais. Não vou mais sofrer por causa delas.

Cazuza

Mas há mais alguma coisa... Nessas horas lentas e vazias, sobe-me da alma à mente uma tristeza de todo o ser, a amargura de tudo ser ao mesmo tempo uma sensação minha e uma coisa externa, que não está em meu poder alterar.

Fernando Pessoa

Never allow yourself to be bullied into hiding your smile. Be Beautiful. Be Proud.

Mahatma Gandhi

I do not know reason to love you more than love you.
What do you want to tell you more than love,
If you want to tell you is that love?
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When you talk, it hurts me that respondas
To which I say and not to my love.
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Ah! do not ask anything, before I speak
Insomuch that, if I was deaf,
You hear all the heart.

If I see you do not know who I am: I love.
If I fault [...]
... But you do, love, for me faltares
Even though me, because questions -
When should you love. If you do not love,
It shows you indifferent or do not want,
But thou art like nobody was
For search for love is not love,
And, if I search, it is as if I were only
Someone to tell you who you love.
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When I saw you I loved you long before:
Again I find you when I met you.
Born to you before the world.
There is no thing happy or happy hour
I have had in life by
That was not because I foresaw,
Because You Were Sleeping her future.
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And I knew him only later, when I saw you,
And I had the best sense to me,
And my background was as a 'strada
Illuminated from the front when
The car turns the corner with lanterns
The way and now the night is all human.
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When I was little, I feel
I loved you as far, but far ...
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Love, says any thing that I feel!
- I understand you do not feel well,
Oh my heart outside!
Fate, daughter of destiny
And the laws that are in the bottom of this world!
What art thou to me that I understand the point
From the feel ...?

Fernando Pessoa

I am not young enough to know everything.

Oscar Wilde

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare

“Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.”

Margaret Thatcher

You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.”

Paulo Coelho

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with

Robert Frost

Por que você me deixa tão solto?
Por que você não cola em mim?
Tô me sentindo muito sozinho.

Caetano Veloso

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be!

Robert Frost

The School Boy

I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.

But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.

Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour,
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning’s bower,
Worn thro’ with the dreary shower.

How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?

O! father & mother, if buds are nip’d
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are strip’d
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay,

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

William Blake

A Adriana

Amada por sua simpatia
Demostrada pela empatia
Rindo sempre com alegria.
Irmã que todos querem ter
Aguardamos só para te ver
No sucesso que merecer
Amiga animada sempre crescer.

A. R. Bezerra 20/01/09

Antonio Bezerra

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.

George Bernard Shaw

Quem me vê sempre parado,
Distante garante que eu não sei sambar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Eu tô só vendo, sabendo,
Sentindo, escutando e não posso falar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Eu vejo as pernas de louça
Da moça que passa e não posso pegar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Há quanto tempo desejo seu beijo
Molhado de maracujá...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

E quem me ofende, humilhando, pisando,
Pensando que eu vou aturar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

E quem me vê apanhando da vida,
Duvida que eu vá revidar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Eu vejo a barra do dia surgindo,
Pedindo pra gente cantar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Eu tenho tanta alegria, adiada,
Abafada, quem dera gritar...
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar

Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar
Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar...

Chico Buarque