Viktor Frankl

A felicidade é um problema individual. Aqui, nenhum conselho é válido. Cada um deve procurar, por si, tornar-se feliz.

um pé no degrau um passo na escada bate coração

Êxodo, Antigo Testamento, EX, 18:3

Êxodo, EX, 18:3, juntamente com os dois filhos dela. Um dos filhos se chamava Gérson, pois Moisés tinha dito: ´Fui peregrino em terra estranha.`

"Quando entrou no meu mundo foi o momento da minha vida."

A vida é movida pela emoção E colhemos o que plantamos!!!

Não há arte patriótica nem ciência patriótica. As duas, tal como tudo o que é bom e elevado, pertencem ao mundo inteiro e não podem progredir a não ser pela livre ação recíproca de todos os contemporâneos e tendo sempre em contra aquilo que nos resta e aquilo que conhecemos do passado.

Quando outra virtude não haja em mim, há pelo menos a da perpétua novidade da sensação liberta.

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.

I Reis, Antigo Testamento, 1RS, 21:8

I Reis, 1RS, 21:8, Então Jezabel escreveu cartas em nome de Acabe, selou-as com o sinete dele e as enviou aos anciãos e aos nobres que moravam com Nabote na cidade dele.

João, Novo Testamento, JO, 6:47

João, JO, 6:47, <J> - Em verdade, em verdade lhes digo: quem crê em mim tem a vida eterna.</J>