Poemas em inglês

⁠I was sad because living wasn't enough
Then you held my hand
I forgot to love, I was upset
Then you held my hand again

- Love You More

⁠Can you hear my voice when I'm gone?
My love, you got to keep carrying on
Oh I know how hard is
Would you give it another chance to the world, Oh my love
Keep living
From up here, I'll be guiding you

- Can You Hear Me

"The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November."

No matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.

Hope you can deal with all you will never know.. about me, what I see, what I believe in, how I breathe, when I weep

For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are.

At the head of all understanding is realizing what is and what cannot be and the consoling of what is not in our power to change. - Serenity Prayer

My s.o.s on radio the only chance to let you know what I feel. Can you hear?... (Meu s.o.s no radio a única chance de deixar você saber o que eu sinto. Você pode ouvir ?)

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

I wish I could take what I'm feeling right now and put it in the water system so everybody could drink it and we would all love each other.

And now I remember how to talk to people, what to say, but I feel like I'm acting, going through the motions. I'm like a robot puppet man.

Vera: People walk around, act like they know what hate means. Nah, no one does, until you hate yourself. I mean truly hate yourself.

But look around what life is like: pulled me from people I thought would be forever, and brought me closer to others I never imagined knowing.

Each of us has to find out for himself what is permitted and what is forbidden — forbidden for him. It's possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard. And vice versa. Actually it's only a question of convenience. Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them; things are forbidden to them that every honorable man will do any day in the year and other things are allowed to them that are generally despised. Each person must stand on his own feet.

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

Do you know what the problem is in this world? Everyone wants a magic solution to their problems but refuses to believe in magic.

What does it really mean to do whatever it takes? What if it takes doing nothing, not to do one simple thing? Could anyone do it? Could anyone just stand still even if the heart tells to do the opposite? Even if it hurts? Could anyone stand still?

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

"You make my heart have premature ventricular contractions" "what" " You make my heart skip a beat"

When they say that I know everything, I prefer respond that: I know just what it takes to be as I am, AWESOME...