The lover who mourns the lover she had, in the presence of the lover who offers himself to her, wants to persuade the second that she is drawn into the crime by the ingratitude of the first.

Camilo Castelo Branco

Sometimes I sat in the hammock, rocking with the book open on my lap, without touching it, in pure ecstasy. She was no longer a girl with a book: she was a woman with...

Clarice Lispector

In life, the sun only shines for those who deserve it.

Vitor Mestriner

Sadness is a giant hand that squeezes our heart...

Diêgo Lima

The eyes are not only used to see defects, but also to see qualities.

Expedito Gilberto Paranhos da Silva Junior

For you If there is no time to dream How will I live my life? If there is no night to see stars How can I dream of love? If...

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