Alberto Marsicano

Não é fácil perder seu pai, acredite em mim. A dor nunca desaparece de verdade, mas acabará se tornando suportável. E, de alguma maneira, a vida continua.

João, Novo Testamento, JO, 8:43

João, JO, 8:43, <J>Por que vocês não compreendem a minha linguagem? É porque vocês são incapazes de ouvir a minha palavra.</J>

Malaquias, Antigo Testamento, ML, 1:14

Malaquias, ML, 1:14, Maldito seja o enganador, que, tendo um animal sadio no seu rebanho, promete e oferece ao Senhor um defeituoso! Porque eu sou grande Rei, diz o Senhor dos Exércitos, e o meu nome é terrível entre as nações.

Só para que conste: a felicidade não é besteira.

⁠Feliz é o amor que nasce no carnaval E quer se mostrar pela cidade Nos outbus, nos painéis Atravessando o tráfego cambaleando Febril é o amor que ferve nos quarteirões E quer explodir fantasiado Vai pelas ruas e avenidas Rindo e colorindo a vida

João, Novo Testamento, JO, 11:8

João, JO, 11:8, Os discípulos disseram: - Mestre, ainda há pouco os judeus queriam apedrejá-lo! E o senhor quer voltar para lá?

Nota: Trecho de "O paradoxo do nosso tempo". Atribuído muitas vezes, de forma errônea, a George Carlin, que em 2001 desmentiu ser o seu autor.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

⁠Todo o livro é uma autobiografia. Não existe nenhum autor que não escreva a partir da sua visão.

O pior governo é o mais moral. Um governo composto de cínicos é frequentemente mais tolerante e humano. Mas quando os fanáticos tomam o poder, não há limite para a opressão.

O mundo é um livro, e quem fica sentado em casa lê somente uma página.