segunda-feira, setembro 18, 2006

Filosofia de banda desenhada



Às vezes encontramos respostas onde menos esperamos:



"Are arbitrary labels more important than the way we live our lives, what we're supposed to be more important than what we actually are?" (Cyclops in the graphic novel X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills, Chris Claremont)

"A man without hope is a man without fear" (Daredevil, 1st series, #229, Frank Miller)

"..nobody's got so many friends that he can afford to start losin' 'em." (The Falcon, explaing his search for a missing old friend -- "The Summons of Psyklop" The Avengers (1st series) #88, Roy Thomas)

"You're a part of that world. And you love it. You let it hurt you and you love it all the more. I'm not that strong." (Elektra - Daredevil (1st series) #168, Frank Miller)

With great power there must also come great responsibility! (Spider-Man's debut in Amazing Fantasy #15, Stan Lee)

"What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?"
(Morpheus, Sandman #4, Neil Gaiman)

e para finalizar em GRANDE:

"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-- Rose Walker to Desire - Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Esse é o lago "negro" do amor, que a maioria de nós, senão todos já experimentou.

Mas até isso passa... e continuamos a acreditar, e a não desistir desse sentimento que dá cor (luminosa) à nossa vida.