spoiler visualizarsophia 16/06/2024
As it was! ?
?And everything would be as it was, only very slightly different.?
ler esse livro não é suficiente, eu tenho vontade toda hora de reler cada post-it e frase grifada desse livro. tem tantas coisas para se pensar, essa história precisa ser digerida com calma? and the bees!! (e, como muito bem dito por harry styles: in this world it?s just us, you know it?s not the same as it was)
?Because for once, in a moment that was either everything of nothing, there would be someone else in Regan's universe, and from there everything would be as it was, only very slightly different.?
?Above him were stars. Beneath him was grass. There was wonder here, even if Regan no longer saw it. Even if she no longer felt it, he would feel it for both of them. He would translate it for her later. He would learn to draw it for her, he thought, or to write it, or graph it. She seemed to appreciate things she could see. He thought of her gaze traveling over the scars on his shoulders, taking him in. Yes, he would draw it for her, and then she would see it. She would watch it take shape and he would know he'd said it in a way she could understand, and then she would know that even this, with its ordinary features, was wonder and glory, too.
He didn't blame her for not seeing it. He blamed everyone else for letting her forget.?
?Think about the stars in Babylon and tell me, Regan, all this time we've been talking and you've been syncopating your breath to mine and your pulse to mine and your thoughts to my thoughts, you've been learning how to love me, haven't you? If I am a lover of impossible problems then you will have loved me for my impossibilities, so tell me, Regan, what else matters but this, me, us?
Nothing.?
?"Because I'm painting." I's obvious, don't you see it, can't you hear it? His name is written on my skin, he scarred me, I've changed my entire shape for having fit within the enormity of his thoughts, and now the only words I know are lines and color.?
?He thinks about time, which has only recently begun, or at least now feels different.
He thinks: The Babylonians were wrong; time is made of her.?
?Hormones, evolution, love, nuclear fusion, quantum theory, it's all just a theory. It's all just a sensation they tried to give an explanation to because humans are small, and stupid. Because people want to be romantic about everything, they want to give names to the stars, they want to tell stories. Love is a story, that's all, until she fights with him for the first time.
The first time they fight, she knows she loves him because she has never been worth the fight before.?
?"She's an artist, she insists that she isn't but she's very good, you should see her work." When Aldo spoke of Regan his voice had a tendency to change, illumination rising near his cheeks.
"You should see her work," he would say the same way someone else might have said: Come outside, come look at the stars.?
?She had thought, since their love had been red?had been fiery and passionate and untamed, magnetic and disruptive?The Fight was meant to be red as well, but the more she thought about it, the more it became clear that they?neither of them?truly knew what it was to fight like that for anything. They could have only fought in blue, in melancholy tones of it, because relationships, for them, were blue.?
?Whatever you are made of, Charlotte Regan, I am made of it too.?
?Alone with you, she would gasp when she came, do you understand why I called it that, what it means? Because you and I, we are so different, aren't we, and yet we are more like each other than the rest of the world is like us, and for that I bless you, I condemn you, I sanctify you, I sustain you.?
?There are no perfect circles, Regan.
Yes, there's one, and it's this one: They fall in love because they're always in love.?
?Look, whatever they are, it's irreversible. She is this version of herself because of him, and vice versa. There's no changing that now.?