But, God knows best, I concluded.
A única coisa de que dispomos, para acreditar, são os nossos sentidos, as ferramentas que utilizamos para apreender o mundo: a nossa vista, o nosso tacto, a nossa memória. Se os nossos sentidos nos mentirem, então não podemos confiar em nada. E ...
the silence of God is God.
... nada na geografia física ou humana, na economia ou na tradição das regiões que vieram a compor [o reino] determinava que se destacasse da restante Península o "rectângulo" que veio a construir-se como o reino mais ocidental da Europa.
I shouted into the phone, but there was no reply. Silence floated up from the receiver like smoke from the mouth of a gun.
In an age of iPhones and Playstations, it's great to see that somebody's still rocking the bus-on-a-string.
Six nervous wives at the sink, each quiet as a queen on a chessboard.
Hell [...] is the absence of God and the presence of Time.
This war. It's stolen our peace. It's stolen our tomorrows as well as our yesterdays.
A truth that no one knows is still the truth.
A nervous silence loosens tongues
She had privacy, and the privilege of walking up and down the same battlements as the sentries.
Eternity is a lie and Chiron was the messenger.
Intuitions come first, strategic reasoning second.
They won the war but lost the peace,
Sometimes the silence is the loudest thing in the room.
Crisis is Good. Crisis is a Messenger.
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.
Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.
A coward gets scared and quits. A hero gets scared, but still goes on.
Le jugement du corps vaut bien celui de l'esprit et le corps recule devant l'anéantissement. Nous prenons l'habitude de vivre avant d'acquérir celle de penser.
