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“Nem tudo são flores Mas tudo é semente Nem todas as portas serão abertas Mas podemos fechar algumas e encontrar o silêncio que se perdeu Nem tudo são sonhos Mas a realidade continua sendo o nosso lugar”

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Timeline

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“Aquele amor não vai voltar [...], você continua esperando o que? Talvez uma versão sua que foi mais feliz, mas não percebe que esperar neste lugar é apenas se esconder de qualquer felicidade que deseja você, a felicidade não abre as portas fechadas. [...] Comece correndo, não olhe para trás, corra com todas as forças até se colocar em uma distância segura, até os seus pés ficarem desmemoriados e perderem o caminho de volta, vai ser melhor para você, suas pernas ganharão músculos, você voltará a sorrir depois da noite escura. [...] Abra as persianas do rosto e olhe para as novas histórias que nascem agora, agarre a sua própria mão e não se deixe cair.”

“Can we be sure that they are incapable of the feelings or sentiments that are believed to place them on a lower scale than humans? Do we deny sensitivity to all of the so-called lower orders to blunt, protect, and, ultimately, deny our own? We will see that bees can grieve over teh loss of a queen, sound war cries or hum with contentment; they can be angry, docile, ferocious, playful, aggressive, appear happy, or utter pitiful sounds of distress. are these not emotions akin to ours, merely expressed differently?”

“There's something hidden in the Maze," he says quietly. "Really?" My eyes widen. "Like buried treasure?" "Something like that. But you'll have to be my good little girl and wait," he cautions. "We can't go get it, not for a while." I frown, unaccustomed to waiting. Sensing my displeasure, Dad takes my hand. "It's there for you when you really need it. You'll know when that day comes." He looks at me intently. "If I'm not here to show you... just remember the hydrangeas. When you see them, that means you're close.”

“Today, each time I looked at the house, I could see danger seeping out the windows like smoke. As night fell, I concentrated on the mounds of purple, white, and pink flowers that clustered against the siding: sweet peas that came back this time of year no matter how neglected. The petals were confused; they grew every which way out of their long stalks and emerged as butterfly wings rather than flowers. Now in the looming blackness, I watered the hydrangeas with their tiny white buds-blooms that patiently waited for a petal to fall so another could take its place. It would take a hundred years to count all the buds on a hydrangea bush. They just never gave up.”