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Chovia bastante naquela manha. A luz tinha um tom acinzentado e musguento devido as nuvens baixas. Teve de admitir que a menina nao era um cadaver. Estava viva. Talvez tivesse nascido gelada, mas agora estava viva. Ainda suja com o sangue do nascimento e o inicio aguado das suas fezes, Liir levou-a ate a porta e ergue-a para a chuva. Lavada, revelou-se verde.
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Gregory Maguire |
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4938f7d
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Oh, the accident necessary to fiction!
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Gregory Maguire |
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It would have made a nice painting, were someone to choose something as lowly as that to study. Another story, a story written in oils rather than one painted on porcelain. But to be most effective, the faces of the children would need to be painted in a blur, the way all children's faces truly are. For they blur as they run; they blur as they grow and change so fast; and they blur to keep us from loving them too deeply, for their protectio..
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Gregory Maguire |
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He had loved the girl who had loved the glamour in herself, and that girl seemed to have disappeared. But he was happy to have Glinda as a friend. Well, in a nutshell: he had loved Galinda and this now was Glinda. Someone he could no longer quite figure out. Case closed.
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Gregory Maguire |
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How many times in a life, he thought, will I lie down in a darkness whose character I cannot imagine, to see what daybreak reveals of my new circumstances? Or is that every day of my life?
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nutcracker
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Gregory Maguire |
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You know, Boq,' she said, 'the thing is I have become fond of Galinda myself. Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there is a mind struggling to work. She does think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, if led, think on you--even, I suspect, somewhat fondly. I suspect. I don't know. But when she slides back into herself, I mean the girl who spends two hours a day curling that beautiful hair, it's as if the thinking Ga..
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Gregory Maguire |
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Was it an accident I saw that, Fiyero wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes. Or is it just that the world unwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you are ready to see it anew?
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Gregory Maguire |
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Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in a coven of vipers. Maybe it was her own fault.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Madame Morrible, for all her upper-class diction and fabulous wardrobe, seemed just a tad--oh--dangerous. As if her big public smile were composed of the light glancing off knives and lances, as if her deep voice masked the rumbling of distant explosions. Galinda always felt as if she couldn't see the whole picture.
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Gregory Maguire |
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And yet what now is hidden in shadows below may become more welcome to you in the long run.
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Gregory Maguire |
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But those are legends and lore; they are faith and fictions. Not everyone is a character in a story.
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Gregory Maguire |
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I am married,' she said, 'just not to a man.
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Gregory Maguire |
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They conducted their love affair in the room above the abandoned corn exchange as the autumn weather came lop-leggedly in from the east: now a warm day, now a sunny one, now four days of cold winds and thin rain.
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Gregory Maguire |
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He is a boy, just as boys are. A little dull, maybe, but he hasn't had the advantages we've had.' 'Which are?' prompted Glinda. 'Even for a short time,' said Elphaba, 'we had a mother. Giddy, alcoholic, imaginative, uncertain, desperate, brave, stubborn, supportive woman. We had her. Melena.
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Gregory Maguire |
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You'll be all right,' Elphaba said, 'now you're a seasoned traveler. This is just the return leg of a voyage you already know.' She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.
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grieving
poetry
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Gregory Maguire |
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The human mind-we have come to observe-tricks out distinctions in principles of oposition. A man more foul will likely be less benign. A woman with a greedy belly may also be mean with her widow's might. The way a man slakes his thirst and a woman slakes her thirst are not identical, for they thirst for different things. Perhaps this is why humans rely on the mirror, to get beyond the simple me-you, handsome-hideous, menacing-merciful. In a..
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menace
mercy
mirror
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Gregory Maguire |
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How like a spoon with a razor edge is human edge.
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Gregory Maguire |
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What condition is that? I've been in this condition my whole life," Liir answered. "It's the only condition I know. Bitter love, loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It's where I life. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new."
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Gregory Maguire |
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Para a alma, cada instante sempre e um minuto mais proximo do julgamento
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Gregory Maguire |
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The small gesture of charity? Isn't that sort of beauty more beautiful than any other?" "And equally evanescent," says the Master, "for small charities cannot this wicked world amend. But perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most."
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Gregory Maguire |
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Quanto mais civilizados nos tornamos, mais horrendas sao as nossas diversoes.
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Gregory Maguire |
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A notion of character, not so much discredited as simply forgotten, once held that people only came into themselves partway through their lives.
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Gregory Maguire |
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A few trinkets for my sister," she said. "She's like Miss Galinda, she loves the fancy outside of things."
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Gregory Maguire |
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You might forget an event but you can never go back to living as you did before it's influence was applied upon you
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Gregory Maguire |
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Anyone who can be home anywhere really has no home at all.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Simpatico, it's Italian for 'sympathetic.' Hearts beating to the same pulse. That's what music does for one, you know--I mean, for two. For more. It trains hearts to lean in the same direction. Sympathetically.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Ada. Even if you run away from me like some I know, I'm still Ada.
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Gregory Maguire |
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One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her -- is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is at the very least a question of definitions.
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Gregory Maguire |
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There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask [...] to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.
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memory
moments
time
truth
understanding
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Gregory Maguire |
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You might forget a story, but you can never unhear a story. By that token, you might forget an event, but you can never go back to living as you did before its hidden influence was applied upon you.
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Gregory Maguire |
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But though her thoughts were rich and complicated, her words were poor, and she merely grunted.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Love is wicked distraction.
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Gregory Maguire |
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If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Elphaba's already come back. I saw her last week on the stairs.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Nossa vida inteira e constituida de atividades sem significado. Nos cavamos pela vida e sofremos ao longo dela feito ratos, e somos jogados em nossos tumulos no fim. Por que, de vez em quando nao podemos ouvir a voz de uma profecia eu assistir a peca de um milagre? Por tras da aparente farsa e ultraje das nossas vidas de ratos, ainda ha um padrao e um significado humildes! Chegue mais perto, minha boa gente, e veja os agouros que um pouco d..
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a blur, the way all children's faces truly are. For they blur as they run; they blur as they grow and change so fast; and they blur to keep us from loving them too deeply, for their protection, and also for ours.
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Gregory Maguire |
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The Ozmists around him went iridescent emerald, like light striking a thousand whirring beetles in flight, gold and emerald, emerald and gold, the colors of Lurlinemas, the colors of pine polen in champagne sunlight.
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Gregory Maguire |
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No es mi intencion ser impertinente. Yo solo intento aprender.
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impertinencia
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They had ganged up on her, in the claustrophobic, loving way of families, and she wanted no more of it. 7
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Gregory Maguire |
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In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats. Nothing
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Gregory Maguire |
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We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it--we're slow learners, we women--we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production. But
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Gregory Maguire |
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How children love the broken thing! And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done. Adult
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Gregory Maguire |
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But let me remember what I choose.
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