O Chão que ela Pisa ='D VTO

Citações de Rushdie em O Chão que ela Pisa (The Ground Beneath Her feet)

• "Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end." - Concordo Tanto! Como somos vistos pelos outos também faz parte da nossa personalidade.
  
  
• "Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumblings-apart." Acho que a vida é mesmo isto! Uma grande bifurcação :D
  
• "A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eighth of a second. "
  Nunca tinha pensado nisto, mas quando li o livro fui obrigada a concordar.
  

"I want more than what I want. (Vina Apsara)" — Esta Frase é tão linda! Tem tantos significados ocultos. Um deles: a insatisfação humana ...

"But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart's desire and must for ever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?" — Toda a gente diz que quer ser livre, no entanto, quando se ama, a única vontade é a de ficar preso a essa pessoa.

"Only under extreme pressure can we change into that which it is in our most profound nature to become . . . That is what people get wrong about transformation. We're not all shallow proteans, forever shifting shape. We're not science fiction. It's like when coal becomes diamond. It doesn't afterwards retain the possibility of change. Squeeze it as hard as you like, it won't turn into a rubber ball, or a Quattro Stagione pizza, or a self-portrait by Rembrandt. It's done." — A Pressão da sociedade faz-nos esconder a nossa essência!

"Your songs are your planets. Live on them but make no home there."

"Freedom to reject is the only freedom."

"Life is elsewhere. Cross frontiers. Fly away."

"The tormented heart doesn't just find happiness, okay: it becomes happiness. That's the story anyway. That's the way the song goes. "

• "Among the great struggles of man—good/evil, reason/unreason, etc.—there is also this mighty conflict between the fantasy of Home and the fantasy of Away, the dream of roots and the mirage of the journey."
  
  
• "But the past is not less valuable because it is no longer the present.In fact, it's more important, because forever unseen. "
  
  
• "The world is not cyclical, not eternal or immutable, but endlessly transforms itself, and never goes back, and we can assist in that transformation. Live on, survive, for the earth gives forth wonders. It may swallow your heart, but the wonders keep on coming. You stand before them bareheaded, shriven. What is expected of you is attention.
  
  
• "What you write about, you lose. What you sing, leaves you on the wings of song. Sing against death. Command the wildness of the city."
  
  
• "Power, like love, most fully reveals its dimensions only when it is irrevocably lost. "
  
  
• "Happiness is human, not divine, and the pursuit of happiness is what we might call love. This love, earthly love, is a truce between metamorphs, a temporary agreement not to shape-shift while kissing or holding hands. Love is a beach towel spread over shifting sands. Love is an intimate democracy, a compact that insists on renewals, and you can be voted out overnight, however big your majority. It's fragile, precarious, and it's all we can get without selling our souls to one party or the other. It's what we can have while remaining free. ...All treaties can be broken, all promises end up as lies. Sign nothing, make no promises. Make a provisional reconciliation, a fragile peace. If you're lucky it might last five days; or fifty years."
  
  
• "She said...that she could read me as if I were a book. She said if she wanted to she could close me and put me back on her shelf and then my story would never finish, it would stop dead in the middle of a sentence. ... I tried to argue back. I told her the inside of a book is there whether you read it or not. Even if nobody ever reads it, it's there, doing its work. That enough, I said. Being there is what counts."
  
  
• “In love one advances by retreating”
  
  
• “But as the years passed we became each other’s bad habit“