Estella

"'You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been an embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or not more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last our of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But in this separation, I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.'
"In what ecstasy of unhappiness I got these broken words out of myself, I don't know. The rhapsody welled up within me, like blood from a inward wound, and gushed out. I held her hand to my lips some lingering moments, and so I left her. But ever afterwards, I remembered - and soon afterwards with stronger reason - that while Estella looked at me merely with incredulous wonder, the spectral figure of Miss Havisham, her hand still covering her heart, seemed all resolved into a gasthly stare of pity and remorse."

Stars

"I man would die to-nigh of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in the glittering multitude."

from the book Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.

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"So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for sake of the people we most despise."


from the book Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.

Mode

"La mode se démode, le style jamais!"

Coco Chanel

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Prisma

Qual a primeira coisa que você pensa quando acorda? Os raios de luz da manhã que se infiltram pela janela são mesmo assim coloridos ou eu ainda não acordei daquela sonho perturbador em que eu estava no lado negro da lua? Porque é estranho olhar para as coisas assim, tão dividas. Você quer ver a luz branca mas seus olhos já colocaram cada espectro em seu lugar, antes mesmo de você abri-los. Quem sabe somos ambos daltônicos. Eu? Preferiria nunca ter visto. Ter fechado os olhos na hora certa, e ter corrido para o outro lado, antes que a luz deixasse marcas na minha pele. Preferiria não poder ver. Ou, quem sabe, queria você fosse cego. Isso. Queria que fosse cego. Então me veria com a palma de suas mãos, eu te contaria sobre as cores e você nunca acreditaria.

Moda

"Talvez nossa cultura, nesse sentido, seja ainda mais implacável que os regimes fundamentalistas, pois nada está escrito, a "moda" funciona como uma lei implacável, mas pouco clara, o sujeito nunca pode ter certeza que está 'dentro da lei'"