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“E Hans compreendeu que, como todas as vidas, a sua vida não seria mais a sua própria vida, a que nele estava impaciente e latente, mas um misto de encontro e desencontro, de desejo cumprido e desejo fracassado, embora, em rigor, tudo fosse possível. E compreendeu que as suas grandes vitórias seriam as que não tinha desejado e que, por isso, nem sequer seriam vitórias.”

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Book:Histórias da Terra e do Mar
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“In the midst of disappointment, it's easy for us to punctuate our pain with exclamation points. God, however, is very fond of commas, and our lives are continually unfolding in him, with all the unexpected twists and turns. Courage, dear one. The Lord is with you. May he strengthen you with hope for the next leg of the journey.”

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Book:Two Steps Forward: A Story of Persevering in Hope
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“there you go again;
with that non sense saying i was raised in flowers and gardens. don't you know better? i was raised from the dirt,
since birth, no sense in the universe. fail to see the good in sincerity veil removed, i know see reality nail and tooth, my heart is in agony; hell with the love you preach; it's a fallacy”

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Book:Letter 19
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“...when you’re young, you plan for the future, and when you’re old, you’re nostalgic for the past. So the whole joy of life disappears, the joy of the here and now. Feeling nostalgic for the past, planning for the future. Planning for the past, feeling nostalgic for the future. Today gets caught in a vise between tomorrow and yesterday, and it writhes and dies.”

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Book:Το καλό θα 'ρθει από τη θάλασσα
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“The human heart was created in the context of the perfection of the garden of Eden. But we don’t live there now. This is why our instincts keep firing off the lie that perfection is possible. We have pictures of perfection etched into the very DNA of our souls. We chase it. We angle our cameras trying to catch it. We take twenty shots hoping to find it. And then even our good photos have to be color corrected, filtered, and cropped. We do our very best to make others think this posted picture is the real deal. But we all know the truth. We all see the charade. We all know the emperor is naked. But there we are, clapping on the sidelines, following along, playing the game. Trying to believe that maybe, just maybe, if we get close to something that looks like perfection it will help us snag a little of its shine for ourselves. But we know even the shiniest of things is headed in the direction of becoming dull. New will always eventually become old. Followers unfollow. People who lift us up will let us down. The most tightly knit aspects of life snag, unravel, and disintegrate before our very eyes. And we are epically disappointed. But we aren’t talking about it.”

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Book:It's Not Supposed to Be This Way: Finding Unexpected Strength When Disappointments Leave You Shattered
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“The lived on the mistaken assumption that their lives mattered, that life was essentially fair, that it was all going to wind up happy in the end. I knew what they didn’t—that everything you care about will disappear, that deserving a happy life doesn’t mean you can get one, and that there really is no one in the entire world you can count on but yourself.”

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Book:Happiness for Beginners
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“Gradually too, Trotta's disappointment was replaced by a sweet melancholy. He made a pact with his sadness. Everything in the world was as sad as it could be, and at the very heart of this wretched world was the Lieutenant. It was for him that the frogs were bruiting so piteously tonight, and the pain-filled crickets were waiting on his behalf. It was for him that the spring night was filled with such a sweet and easy sadness, for him that the stars were positioned so unattainably high in the sky, and it was to him alone that their light blinked so longingly and vainly. The unending pain of the world fitted itself to Trotta's hurt.”

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Book:The Radetzky March
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