domingo, 20 de fevereiro de 2011

Comer, rezar, amar, chorar, vomitar, voltar...

"He was playing a character I had invented,
which is somewhat telling. In desperate love, it's always like this,
isn't it? In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our
partners, demanding that they be what we need of them, and then feeling
devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first
place..."
— Elizabeth Gilbert

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