Josué, Antigo Testamento

Eu sabia que a vida nunca era tão fácil, que em vez de as portas serem abertas a você, você precisava pular cercas para chegar a algum lugar.

Atos, Novo Testamento, AT, 11:26

Atos, AT, 11:26, E, quando o encontrou, levou-o para Antioquia. E, durante um ano inteiro, se reuniram naquela igreja e ensinaram numerosa multidão. Em Antioquia, os discípulos foram, pela primeira vez, chamados de cristãos.

Você terá sorte se tiver pelo menos um melhor amigo na sua vida.

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 119:158

Salmos, SL, 119:158, Vi os infiéis e senti desgosto, porque não guardam a tua palavra.

Gênesis, Antigo Testamento, GN, 24:1

Gênesis, GN, 24:1, Abraão já era velho, de idade bem avançada, e o Senhor o havia abençoado em tudo.

⁠“Se pudesse tirar de mim o que há de mim, ficaria Deus; se pudesse tirar de mim o que há de Deus, ficaria nada”.

As amizades verdadeiras que fazemos são aquelas que levamos conosco quando acordamos deste sonho, são o maior prêmio, pois nos dão a certeza de que valeu a pena viver.

⁠Necessitar significava ser vulnerável. Era uma das coisas mais assustadoras que eu poderia imaginar. Precisar de qualquer coisa significava que você estava aberto à invasão. Significava que você não tinha controle de si mesmo.

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.

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 20:6

Jó, JÓ, 20:6, Ainda que a sua presunção chegue aos céus, e a sua cabeça atinja as nuvens,