Art is a lie that tells the truth.
The Love is a weakness / O amor é uma fraqueza
"The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love."
I must keep to my own style and go on in my own way.And though I may never succeed again in that, I am convinced that I should totally fail in any other.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow.Let reality be reality.Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.”
And so being youngand dipped in folly,I fell in lovewith melancholy.
I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
And I know I have spent every life before this searching for you.Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.
It’s the possibility that keeps me going and though you may call me a dreamer or fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.
The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.
