Deuteronômio, Antigo Testamento

Se você passar a vida se concentrando no que toda a gente pensa de você, você iria esquecer quem realmente era? E se a cara que você mostra ao mundo acabasse sendo uma máscara, sem nada por baixo dela?

"Te desejo saúde, amor e muitos sapatos novos..." ☆ Haredita Angel

I Crônicas, Antigo Testamento, 1CR, 24:14

I Crônicas, 1CR, 24:14, a décima quinta, para Bilga; a décima sexta, para Imer;

Felizes são os esquecidos, pois eles tiram o melhor proveito dos seus equívocos.

Prometi à sua mãe que seria uma péssima influência. Ajudá-la a endoidar um pouco, para variar.

Beijo o meu rival, mas é para o sufocar.

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.

⁠É da natureza humana querer pensar o melhor dos outros, mas se você ouvir com atenção, as pessoas sempre lhe dirão quem são.

I Reis, Antigo Testamento, 1RS, 17:14

I Reis, 1RS, 17:14, Porque assim diz o Senhor, Deus de Israel: ´A farinha da panela não acabará, e o azeite do jarro não faltará, até o dia em que o Senhor fizer chover sobre a terra.`

Neste século, o falo torna-se doutrinário.