“No one would choose to crawl under fences, beaten until your shadow leaves, raped, forced off the boat because you are darker, drowned, sold, starved, shot at the border like a sick animal, pitied. No one would choose to make a refugee camp home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, finding prison everywhere. And if you were to survive, greeted on the other side--Go home Blacks, dirty refugees, sucking our country dry of milk, dark with their hands out, smell strange, savage, look what they've done to their own countries, what will they do to ours?”
Source: Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
“The cadence of love is written in the stars, each moment a verse in the grandest poem.”
Source: Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements
“September
the golden threshold
between summer and winter”
“Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, 'How do you bear it?'
Finnick looks at me in disbelief. 'I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.'
Something in my expression stops him.
'Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.'
Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.”
Source: Mockingjay
“Truth, Goodness, Beauty — those celestial thrins,
Continually are born; e'en now the Universe,
With thousand throats, and eke with greener smiles,
Its joy confesses at their recent birth.”
Source: Poems of Nature
“There is great freedom in only having yourself. Not having to worry about supporting anyone else, not having to think or make choices with anyone else in mind. But there is still an ache, some days duller than others, some days not felt until the early hours. It will grasp at you when you think about an achievement and receiving an award and you want someone to be in the corner beaming with pride. You think about it over coffee, when no one is looking at you instead of drinking theirs. In the middle of the night when it’s cold and no one is there breathing gently beside you. When you come home and the house is empty, and even if it’s peaceful and quiet, you would like to share your thoughts with someone as they set dinner on the table. The freedom to belong to yourself is beautiful, but it’s also beautiful to look at someone else and know their favorite moment of the day is when you walk into the room.”
Source: Healing the Heart
“Um dia deu-me o sono como a qualquer criança.
Fechei os olhos e dormi.”
Source: Poems of Fernando Pessoa
“É talvez o último dia da minha vida.
Saudei o Sol, levantando a mão direita,
Mas não o saudei, dizendo-lhe adeus,
Fiz sinal de gostar de o ver antes: mais nada.”
Source: Poems of Fernando Pessoa
“Passa, ave, passa, e ensina-me a passar!”
Source: Poems of Fernando Pessoa
“Bendito seja eu por tudo quanto não sei.
Gozo tudo isso como quem sabe que há o Sol.”
Source: Poems of Fernando Pessoa