Juízes, Antigo Testamento

Não se preocupe, amor Porque tudo isso não é uma coincidência Nós somos completamente diferentes, querida Porque encontramos nosso destino Desde o dia da criação do universo e continuando Através dos infinitos séculos e continuando Na vida passada e talvez na próxima também Estamos para sempre juntos

Eu vivo num universo abundante, tenho o suficiente e sobra.

Neemias, Antigo Testamento, NE, 7:8

Neemias, NE, 7:8, os filhos de Parós, dois mil cento e setenta e dois.

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.

Faça o que e certo sempre o futuro e um espelho do passado.

Ester, Antigo Testamento, ET, 8:8

Ester, ET, 8:8, E agora, em nome do rei, escrevam aos judeus o que bem lhes parecer e selem o documento com o anel-sinete do rei. Porque os decretos feitos em nome do rei e que foram selados com o seu anel-sinete não podem ser revogados.

Tudo o que é excessivo é insignificante.

Feliz sou porque amo e sou amado Sem ter que alterar nem ser alterado. Sou o que sou, e quem me apontar Os excessos medirá os que são seus; A prumo talvez eu esteja, e eles vergados; Os seus pensamentos não denunciam os meus atos.

Josué, Antigo Testamento, JS, 12:20

Josué, JS, 12:20, o rei de Sinrom-Merom; o rei de Acsafe;

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 86:17

Salmos, SL, 86:17, Mostra-me um sinal do teu favor, para que o vejam e se envergonhem os que me odeiam; pois tu, Senhor, me ajudas e me consolas.