Even worse than no conviction, is the uncertainty of perhaps the disappointment of a near!
It's almost that bothers me, that saddens me, killing me carrying anything that could be and was not.
who almost won play again, who has been promoted almost studied again, who almost loved?
not loved.
Just think of the opportunity slip through your fingers, you lose the chance of fear, ideas that never come out from the sheet for this accursed habit of living in the fall. I wonder, sometimes, what leads us to choose a lukewarm life.
know the answer, is printed in the distance and coldness of smiles, hugs the softness, the indifference of "hello" almost whispered.
There is too much cowardice and courage even to be missing happy.
Passion burning, love makes fools desire betrays.
Perhaps these would be good reasons to choose between happiness and pain.
But they are not.
If virtue was its own terms in the media, the sea would not so, the days were clouded rainbow in shades of gray.
The nothing does not illuminate, it inspires, does not affect nor quiet, only widen the gap that each of us carries within himself.
Prefer to doubt the defeat of the victory means to waste the opportunity they deserve.
no forgiveness for mistakes, for the failures, opportunities, and for the impossible love, time.
no use to build fences around an empty heart or save the soul.
A novel whose ending is instantaneous or painless, is not a novel.
Do not let the nostalgia you choke, that habit will come in, that fear prevents groped.
not trust the fate and believe in yourself.
U.S. more time realizing that dream.
doing that planning.
Living expecting that.
Why, who almost died while still alive, who has been dead almost alive.
Luís Fernando Verissimo (Brazilian journalist and writer)
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