Quotes from Richard Zimler

Bruheem kol dumuyay eloha! Blessed are all God's self-portraits.

God comes to each of us in the form we can best perceive Him. To you, just now, He was a heron. To someone else, He might come as a flower or even a breeze.

Bruheem kol dumuyay eloha! Blessed are all God's self-portraits.

Por vezes, penso que a esperança não pertence unicamente a cada um, que existe como um éter que se infiltra dentro de nós no momento do nascimento. in Meia-Noite ou O Princípio do Mundo.

Portugal é o país onde as regras são meras sugestões.

Só te suplico que não subas tão alto que eu te perca de vista

Do you know what it means to look at a headless baby sitting in a shovel? It is as if all the languages in the world have been forgotten, as if all the books ever written have been given up to dust. And that you are glad of it. Because such people as we have no right to speak or write or leave any trace for history.

We all spend our lives living beside the people we could have been.

We owe uniqueness to our dead at the very least

In death, we never much resemble who we were in life, for all the mystery is gone.

Hope that one has chanced upon the road back to the way things used to be is apparently a strong desire in those who've been locked outside their previous lives.

When loved ones depart forever, all that remains is the light from their eyes trapped in their jewelry. Beyond memory, it is the only souvenir we ever keep.

A history made of 'ifs' - such is the life of mortal men The Gospel According to Lzarus

I squat on my heels by his side and move my palm over him - a finger's-width distant - so that I might feel my ache of longing for him as a deep and essential part of me before I let it go

La crueldad gratuita... Hay que reconocer que no pasa nunca de moda, y los nazis la habían elevado a la categoría de filosofía.

Paraíso e Inferno são o mar e o céu (...) E tu és o horizonte

you can never predict how you will behave when you stand before the tower of vengeance you have erected.

Se descermos até à cave, se descermos até às profundezas, encontramos velhos amigos de quem nos esquecemos, que nos abraçam. Por uns breves momentos tudo é como deveria ter sido.

Terror traps us all from time to time, but the important thing is not to let it build walls around us.

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

Perhaps all the dead must go home before they can leave for ever.

Há memórias que são o próprio amor: o toque das mãos da minha mãe; o cheiro do cachimbo do meu Papá; o sorriso de Meia-Noite. E os olhos de Violeta. Compreendi que para mim ela era ao mesmo tempo uma estranha e a maior das amigas.

Esta foi assim a última lição que Francisca me ensinou: que eu, John Zarco, não tinha qualquer poder mágico. Não havia canções de amor suficientemente poderosas para derrotar a morte. Todas as coisas mais importantes estavam fora do nosso controlo.

God comes to each of us in the form we can best perceive Him. To you, just now, He was a heron. To someone else, He might come as a flower or even a breeze.