Contar o tempo em função das segundas-feiras.

Umas atrás das outras. Ponto, pontos de referência das semanas que transcorrem e rapidamente ficam para trás. Pelo caminho, aquela sensação de rapidez: tudo parece que já foi há tanto tempo e, na volta, das poucas vezes que  faço as contas, foi só há quinze dias. 

'Love has nothing to do with good reasons'

“He had thought at first he could change her, and she had done her best to be what he would like. But she was, after all, herself — she couldn't help that - and now there was no use pretending, wearing a mask or a dress, for he knew her and had made up his mind.”








“ Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she might find herself some day in a difficult position, so that she should have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.”

                                        

“The Portrait of a Lady”