Jovem Dionisio

Jeremias, Antigo Testamento, JR, 23:22

Jeremias, JR, 23:22, Mas, se tivessem estado no meu conselho, teriam anunciado as minhas palavras ao meu povo e o teriam feito voltar do seu mau caminho e da maldade das suas ações.`

Comecei a seguir – uma gota num rio – a massa humana que, carregada de malas, afluía para a saída. Minha única bagagem era uma malona muito pesada – porque estava quase cheia de livros – que eu mesma levava com toda a força da minha juventude e da minha ansiosa expectativa.

Há quem defenda os seus erros como se estivesse a defender uma herança.

Mesmo nos momentos mais sombrios, surge uma luz quando a gente menos espera.

⁠Ela está alugando um espaço no meu cérebro e não quer sair.

Gênesis, Antigo Testamento, GN, 30:42

Gênesis, GN, 30:42, Porém, quando o rebanho era fraco, não punha os galhos. Assim, os animais fracos eram de Labão, e os fortes eram de Jacó.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Há uma enorme diferença entre esquecer, e não querer mais lembrar

⁠O homem que não honra a memória dos guerreiros que deram a vida lutando ao seu lado, não é digno de confiança de ninguém.

I Timóteo, Novo Testamento, 1TM, 3:11

I Timóteo, 1TM, 3:11, Do mesmo modo, quanto a mulheres, é necessário que elas sejam respeitáveis, não maldizentes, moderadas e fiéis em tudo.