Os olhos são as janelas para a alma.
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Pensador.com | Nota de autoria: Nota: Pensamento frequentemente atribuído ao autor, devido à presença em suas obras do elemento "eye-like windows" (trad. janelas como olhos), tal como acontece em "The Fall of the House of Usher".
Abrir fonte original (abre em nova aba)A vida real do ser humano consiste em ser feliz, principalmente por estar sempre na esperança de sê-lo muito em breve.
É de se apostar que toda idéia pública, toda convenção aceita seja uma tolice, pois se tornou conveniente à maioria.
Anabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,
Anabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Só Desde a infância eu tenho sido Diferente d'outros – tenho visto
Só Desde a infância eu tenho sido Diferente d'outros – tenho visto D'outro modo – minhas paixões Tinham uma outra fonte e Minhas mágoas outra origem - No mesmo tom não despertava O meu coração para a alegria - O que amei – eu amei só. Então – na infância – a aurora Da vida atormentada – estava Em cada nicho de bem e mal O mistério que me prendia - Da correnteza, da fonte - Da escarpas rubras do monte - Do sol que me rodeava Em pleno outono dourado - Do relâmpago nos céus Quando sobre mim passava - Do trovão, da tormenta - E a nuvem tem a forma (Quando o resto do céu é azul) D'um demônio aos meus olhos.