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1. "Outra vez te revejo - Lisboa e Tejo e tudo -,Transeunte inútil de ti e de mim,Estrangeiro aqui como em toda a parte,Casual na vida como na alma,Fantasma a errar em salas de recordações,Ao ruído dos ratos e das tábuas que rangemNo castelo maldito de ter que viver..."
Author: Álvaro De Campos
2. "Calla, Shay.' Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. 'This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe."
Author: Andrea Cremer
3. "-Como muy bien has advertido, esto no es un cuento, sino la vida real. Terrible y malvada. Y por eso, maldita sea, vivámosla lo mejor y más decentemente posible. Limitemos la cantidad de los daños realizados a otros al mínimo indispensable."
Author: Andrzej Sapkowski
4. "My life changed irrevocably four-and-a-half years ago when my spine failed and collapsed. I spent two years on the floor, in excruciating, debilitating and unrelenting pain. I can only describe the pain as being submerged into a vat of scalding acid that has an electric current running through it. And you can never get out, ever."
Author: Bill Walton
5. "Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love."
Author: Charlotte Brontë
6. "It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt in the hot sand and held his numbed hands out while all about in that circle attended companies of lesser auxiliaries routed forth into the inordinate day, small owls that crouched silently and stood from foot to foot and tarantulas and solpugas and vinegarroons and the vicious mygale spiders and beaded lizards with mouths black as a chowdog's, deadly to man, and the little desert basilisks that jet blood from their eyes and the small sandvipers like seemly gods, silent and the same, in Jeda, in Babylon. A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets."
Author: Cormac McCarthy
7. "In these downbeat times, we need as much hope and courage as we do vision and analysis; we must accent the best of each other even as we point out the vicious effects of our racial divide and pernicious consequences of our maldistribution of wealth and power. We simply cannot enter the twenty-first century at each other's throats, even as we acknowledge the weighty forces of racism, patriarchy, economic inequality, homophobia, and ecological abuse on our necks. We are at a crucial crossroad in the history of this nation--and we either hang together by combating these forces that divide and degrade us or we hang separately. Do we have the intelligence, humor, imagination, courage, tolerance, love, respect, and will to meet the challenge? Time will tell. None of us alone can save the nation or world. But each of us can make a positive difference if we commit ourselves to do so."
Author: Cornel West
8. "¿Estás segura?—Absolutamalditamente.Confirmado. Estaba como un cencerro.Se volvió en redondo, enfadado, con ese gruñido gutural que solía provocarme un placentero estremecimiento a lo largo de la columna vertebral.—Eres la persona más tozuda…—¡¿Yo?! —exclamé, incrédula—. Que ¿yo soy tozuda?Ya lo creo. Lo mejor era encerrarme y tirar la llave.De pronto, se plantó delante de mí.—Como una mula.—¿Porque no quiero que te suicides? ¿Por eso soy tozuda?Bajó la cabeza hasta detenerla a escasos centímetros de la mía, aunque no le veía el rostro.—Absolutamalditamente.¡Plagiador! Apreté los dientes."
Author: Darynda Jones
9. "Durham no podía esperar. La gente los rodeaba, pero con ojos que se habían vuelto intensamente azules murmuró:—Que te amo.Maurice se escandalizó, se horrorizó. Se estremeció hasta las raíces de su alma burguesa, y exclamó:"¡Oh, maldición!" Las palabras, los gestos, surgían de él antes de que pudiera evitarlo."
Author: E.M. Forster
10. "Now Catherine would die. That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you."
Author: Ernest Hemingway
11. "I dried my hands and took out my pocket-book from the inside of my tunic hanging on the wall. Rinaldi took the note, folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. He smiled, "I must make on Miss Barkley the impression of a man of sufficient wealth. You are my great and good friend and financial protector." "Go to hell," I said."
Author: Ernest Hemingway
12. "O que dá para ser dito dá para ser bem dito, o que não dá para ser dito só pode ser maldito."
Author: Filipe Russo
13. "[As Garibaldi says,] 'Sleep, my dear Chevalley, sleep, that is what Sicilians want, and they will always hate anyone who tries to wake them..."
Author: Frances Mayes
14. "They preferred writing about great men to writing about great hills; but they sat on the great hills to write it. They gave out much less about Nature, but they drank in, perhaps, much more. They painted the white robes of their holy virgins with the blinding snow, at which they had stared all day. They blazoned the shields of their paladins with the purple and gold of many heraldic sunsets. The greenness of a thousand green leaves clustered into the live green figure of Robin Hood. The blueness of a score of forgotten skies became the blue robes of the Virgin. The inspiration went in like sunbeams and came out like Apollo."
Author: G.K. Chesterton
15. "Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William"
Author: Gena Showalter
16. "Los hombres pequeños maldicen lo que no alcanzan a comprender."
Author: George R.R. Martin
17. "That which makes me shudder when at the very entrance to the Mosque I observe that it is written: "Mondays and Thursdays tuberculosis; Wednesdays and Fridays syphilis." In every Metro station there are grinning skulls that greet you with "De f endez-vous contre la syphilis!" Wherever there are walls, there are posters with bright venomous crabs heralding the approach of cancer. No matter where you go, no matter what you touch, there is cancer and syphilis. It is written in the sky; it flames and dances, like an evil portent. It has eaten into our souls and we are nothing but a dead thing like the moon."
Author: Henry Miller
18. "Amo tutto ciò che scorre, tutto ciò che ha in sé tempo e divenire, che ci riporta al principio dove non c'è mai fine: la violenza dei profeti, l'oscenità che è estasi, la saggezza del fanatico, il prete con la sua gommosa litania, le parole sozze della puttana, lo sputo portato via nella fogna, il latte della mammella e l'amaro miele che si riversa dall'utero, tutto ciò che è fluido, fuso, dissoluto e dissolvente, tutto il pus e il sudiciume che scorrendo si purifica, che perde il suo senso originario, che fa il grande circuito verso la morte e la dissoluzione. Il grande desiderio incestuoso è scorrere all'unisono col tempo, fondere la grande immagine dell'aldilà con quella dell'hic et nunc. Un desiderio fatuo, suicida, reso stitico dalle parole e paralizzato dal pensiero."
Author: Henry Miller
19. "Pois o que eu odiava mais profundamente e maldizia mais era aquela satisfação, aquela saúde, aquela comodidade, esse otimismo bem cuidado dos cidadãos, essa educação adiposa e saudável do medíocre, do normal, do acomodado."
Author: Hermann Hesse
20. "Bienvenido al maravilloso mundo de los celos. Por el precio de su entrada, obtiene un maldito dolor de cabeza, un deseo casi irresistible de cometer un homicidio. Y un complejo de inferioridad. Yupi."
Author: J.R. Ward
21. "Camminavo nella sera piena di lillà con tutti i muscoli indolenziti in mezzo alle luci della 27a Strada nella Welton nel quartiere negro di Denver, desiderando di essere un negro, sentendo che quanto di meglio il mondo di bianchi ci aveva offerto non conteneva abbastanza estasi per me, e neppure abbastanza vita, gioia, entusiasmo, oscurità, musica, né notte sufficiente. Mi fermai a una piccola baracca dove un uomo vendeva peperoni rossi caldi in cartocci di carta; ne comprai un po' e li mangiai, passeggiando per le buie strade misteriose. Desiderai di essere un messicano di Denver, o persino un povero giapponese stremato dal lavoro, tutto fuorché quel che così tristemente ero, un ‘uomo bianco' disilluso."
Author: Jack Kerouac
22. "Yves did not like showers, he preferred long, scalding baths, with newspapers, cigarettes, and whiskey on a chair next to the bathtub, and with Eric nearby to talk to, to shampoo his hair, and to scrub his back."
Author: James Baldwin
23. "The great chandeliers hang silent. The tables in the vast dining room overlooking the lake are spread with white cloth and silver as if for dinners before the war. At a little after 4, into the green room with the slow walk of aged people, the Nabokovs come. He wears a navy blue cardigan, a blue-checked shirt, gray slacks and a tie. His shoes have crepe soles. He is balding, with a fringe of gray hair. His hazel-green eyes are watering, oysterous, as he says. He is 75, born on the same day as Shakespeare, April 23. He is at the end of a great career, a career half-carved out of a language not his own."
Author: James Salter
24. "No puedo ganar contigo. ¡Nunca hago nada bien contigo! Me dices que lo has superado… ¡Me siento malditamente miserable con esto! Tuve que romper mi teléfono en mil pedazos para evitar llamarte a cada minuto de cada maldito día. He tenido que aparentar que todo está bien en la escuela para que puedas ser feliz… y ¿estás jodidamente enojada conmigo? Me rompiste el jodido corazón."
Author: Jamie McGuire
25. "¿Era esto ser humano? ¿Era la gente tan miserable y descerebrada que anhelaba esto, pasar el viernes por la noche, un tiempo precioso robado a la esclavitud de ganarse un sueldo, sentado delante de un televisor con una lata de cerveza? Era increíblemente aburrido, y para mi horror, descubrí que me estaba acostumbrando a ello.Maldito seas, Doakes. Me estás convirtiendo en normal."
Author: Jeff Lindsay
26. "I picked up my mocha and stood. The cup was still almost half-full, but I didn't want it anymore. Besides, it was now luke-warm. Which meant I didn't have to worry if it was scalding him when I tossed the remains in Ethan's face.I think Finn might have craked a smileas he held the door open for me, but I wasn't sure."
Author: Jenna Black
27. "Maldita sea. ¿Crees que no me arrepiento de actuar como un idiota contigo? Me he disculpado por eso —Se quedó allí, imponente sobre mí—. No lo entiendes. Todo esto no es fácil para mí. Y sé que es difícil para ti. Tienes mucho con lo que tratar. Pero yo tenía a mi hermana y a toda una raza contando conmigo. No quería que te acercaras a mí. No quería otra persona por quien preocuparme, otra persona a quien perder."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
28. "Siempre te he querido, incluso cuando te odiaba. Te quiero aun cuando me llevas a la maldita locura. Y sé que lo estropeé."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
29. "Eso me hizo feliz. Tú me hiciste feliz. Y todavía me preocupo por ti. ¿Bien? Significas algo para mí, algo que realmente aún no puedo poner en palabras porque todo parece demasiado pobre en comparación. Siempre te he querido, incluso cuando te odiaba. Te quiero aun cuando me llevas a la maldita locura"
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
30. "Evening Concert, Sainte-Chapelle" The celebrated windows flamed with lightdirectly pouring north across the Seine;we rustled into place. Then violinsvaunting Vivaldi's strident strength, then Brahms,seemed to suck with their passionate sweetness,bit by bit, the vigor from the red,the blazing blue, so that the listening eyesaw suddenly the thick black lines, in shapesof shield and cross and strut and brace, that heldthe holy glowing fantasy together.The music surged; the glow became a milk,a whisper to the eye, a glimmer ebbeduntil our beating hearts, our violinswere cased in thin but solid sheets of lead."
Author: John Updike
31. "If Life is short, then mine is fat and balding also"
Author: Josh Stern
32. "O que é um sati? perguntou.Um sati, senhor Fogg,respondeu o general de brigada, é um sacrifício humano, mas um sacrifício voluntário. Esta mulher que acabou de ver será queimada amanhã às primeiras horas do dia.Ah! malditos! exclamou Passepartout, que não pôde conter este grito de indignação.E o cadáver? perguntou Mr. Fogg.É o do príncipe, seu marido, respondeu o guia, um rajá independente do Bundelkund."
Author: Jules Verne
33. "Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaasla. (Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be.) - Mandalorian saying"
Author: Karen Traviss
34. "After three glasses, Cynthia flung the windows open and announced, "Zac Efron, I love you!" to the whole of Chelsea, while Lesley was crouched head down over the lavatory bowl throwing up, Maggie had made Sarah a declaration of love ("you're sho, sho beautiful, marry me!"), and Sarah was shedding floods of tears without knowing why. It hit me worst of all. I had jumped on Cynthia's bed and was bawling out "Breaking Free" in an endless loop. When Cynthia's father came into the room, I'd held Cynthia's hairbrush up to him like a microphone and called out, "Sing alone, baldie! Get those hips swinging!" Although the next day I couldn't even being to explain why myself.After that embarrassing episode, Lesley and I had decided to give the demon drink a wide berth in future (we gave Cynthia's father a wide berth as well for a couple of months), and we had stuck to that resolution."
Author: Kerstin Gier
35. "—Sí, él se limitó a darte un beso, pero ese no fue el primero. Tu primer beso lo obtuve hace mucho tiempo —explicó, con una media sonrisa que hizo que su rostro se viese hermoso. ¿De qué diablos estaba hablando? Nunca me había besado. Fruncí el ceño, pensando, tratando de recordar. —¿Recuerdas la vez que me hice daño cuándo me caí de ese árbol en mi jardín delantero? Tenía trece años y mi maldita pierna dolía tanto, y me preguntaste qué podías hacer para que el dolor desapareciese. —Cerró los ojos y negó con la cabeza al recuerdo, con una pequeña sonrisa en las comisuras de sus labios."
Author: Kirsty Moseley
36. "Yo no siento nada de eso. (…) Al principio, estuve furioso. Luego me di cuenta de que si podemos estar juntos, entonces todo me ha traído a ti. Piensa en ello, debo dar gracias incluso a ese maldito vampiro por golpearme en el Hie. Si no hubiera sido por eso... (…) Además, no me importa la lucha, cuando el premio es tan digno. - Bowen a Mariketa"
Author: Kresley Cole
37. "Darkness I find myself set upon a ship of fools and cast adrift.Adrift in sea of madness, steaming towards a storm of uncertainty. Overboard, swirling, twirling tumbling.Engulfed in madness. Shipwrecked, marooned. Washed upon a rock of hope. Darkness surrounds. Within the darkness madness laps upon a distant shore. Morning breaks and sun rises once more.Darkness retreats into the shadows. Golden rays of light cleanse the mind and soul. A new day dawns heralding sanity, and hopefor the human race once more."
Author: Michael Tianias
38. "The man on TV was balding. What little hair he had was gray--not a nice-looking silver or even white, but a dull, lifeless gray. Depressing. Ugly. He was the person who told me my life was going to drastically change--the man with the ugly gray hair.~Eva"
Author: Michelle K. Pickett
39. "Grabbing a bag of peas from the freezer, I sat down next to Luke who had followed my request and taken off his pants. He was wearing boxers that looked eerily similar to the ones from last night. "Please tell me you don't recycle underwear." Luke grabbed the cold compress, pressing it against his cheek and flinched. "Damn that's cold." The longer I stared at the pattern on his underwear, the more convinced I became they were the same pair. How disgusting. My compulsive cleanliness made me want to wash them in scalding hot water with bleach. "I am sorry, but I have to wash your underwear," I blurted. "I just have to."
Author: Nicole Simone
40. "He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate."
Author: Patricia Cornwell
41. "If my duty does involve heralding His law in every arena, then the Church in America is failing radically today."
Author: Randall Terry
42. "Para alguien que no se haya fijado nunca en que existen botas con la punta redonda y otras realmente puntiagudas, y que además hay botas de cuero bueno y otras que parecen de plástico, y que sobre todo existen botas de serpiente pitón que son la cosa más bonita del mundo y que nada más verlas se le van a uno los ojos, sin remedio, y se marea y se siente que no se puede ser feliz ni nada parecido, ni siquiera estar contento, si no va uno por el mundo dentro de esas botas, para el que no sepa nada de esto, lo que sigue y lo de antes y toda esta maldita historia le parecerá una cosa de locos."
Author: Ray Loriga
43. "Paolo Maldini and John Terry are two of the toughest men I have met on the field."
Author: Ronaldinho
44. "Despite his best efforts, a few scalding tears escaped Cobalt's eyes. He swiped them away. 'Can you stand?' 'I damn well can, if my alternative's you holding me like a wilting female.'"
Author: S.W. Vaughn
45. "Fred Astaire. Not a handsome man. He said himself he couldn't sing. He was balding his whole life. He danced like a cheetah runs with the grace of the first creation. I mean, that first week. On one of those days God created Fred Astaire. Saturday maybe, since that was the day for the pictures. When you s Fred you felt better about everything. He was a cure. He was bottled in the films and all around the earth, from Castlebar to Cairo, he healed the halt and the blind. That's the gospel truth. St. Fred. Fred the Redeemer."
Author: Sebastian Barry
46. "On a single day, I read articles where I was described as being alternately 'lanky,' 'pudgy,' 'doughy,' 'balding,' 'utterly forgettable,' and 'constantly irritating.'"
Author: Stephen Tobolowsky
47. "There is no symbolism to these fish, as Hemingway wrote. A cabezon is just a cabezon; a garibaldi, a garibaldi. But what wonderful stories they tell us about life in the ocean!"
Author: Susan J. Tweit
48. "— Durante toda la noche estuvo así y, por fin, nos fuimos a casa. Yo llegué a pensar que no iba a hacerlo. Que la noche iba a terminar y que él no iba a pronunciar aquellas malditas palabras. Y ahí me tienes a mí, preguntándome si tendría que ser yo quien lo preguntara de nuevo para terminar de una vez por todas con aquello. Y si me vuelve a decir que no...—No dije que no la primera vez —intervino Mark.—... le doy una paliza. Le dejo inconsciente, lo meto en un avión y nos vamos para Las Vegas, porque ya no soy ningún jovencito.—Y está claro que con la edad tampoco has madurado —refunfuñó Mark.Steven le lanzó una mirada amenazante.—Así que salimos de la limusina y estoy tratando de acordarme de aquella proposición tan fantástica que le hice aquella vez y va él y me agarra del codo y desembucha: «Steve, maldita sea. Tienes que casarte conmigo»."
Author: Sylvia Day
49. "The plain of Bedegraine was a forest of pavilions. They looked like old-fashioned bathing tents, and were every colour of the rainbow. ... There were heraldic devices worked or stamped on the sides ... Then there were pennons floating from the tops of the tents, and sheaves of spears leaning against them. The more sporting barons had shields or huge copper basins outside their front doors, and all you had to do was to give a thump on one of these with the butt-end of your spear, for the baron to come out like an angry bee and have a fight with you, almost before the resounding boom had died away. Sir Dinadain, who was a cheerful man, had hung a chamber-pot outside his."
Author: T.H. White
50. "I said, God, the press and people, they just really hate me and I'm really trying. Geraldine Page said, Listen to this, Tab. If people don't like you, that's their bad taste."
Author: Tab Hunter

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Always it is thus with my new students, and especially with the human ones; the mind is the last muscle they train or use, and the one that they regard the least. Ask them about swordplay and they can list every blow from a duel a month old, but ask them to solve a problem or make a coherent statement and... well, I would be lucky to get more than a blank stare in return."
Author: Christopher Paolini

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