20 phrases by Valter Hugo Mãe to meet the Portuguese writer

The past doesn’t run.

Those who don’t know how to forgive, only know small things.

Loving was meant to be too much and a wonder.

Hope was a mute thing and meant to be a little secretive.

Everything was before silence, everything was haste and urgency.

I don’t know if art should save us, but I’m sure it can lead to the best in us so that we don’t waste ourselves in life.

Someone’s touch, he said, is the real side of the skin. Whoever is not touched never covers himself, he walks like a naked man, with his bones exposed.

He was getting used to being worth little to expect nothing in life. If we don’t expect anything, he said, everything that exists is already abundance.

Love was an attitude, a natural predisposition to be in favor of another. That’s love. A natural predisposition to favor someone. To be, without even thinking about it, for someone else.

I thought that when you dream so big, reality learns.

But it wasn’t sadness, it was exactly a longing for having suffered what he had suffered, what was necessary to teach him how to enjoy happiness later, now.

Love needs to be a solution, not a problem. Everyone tells me: love is a problem. All good! I can put it another way: love is a problem, but the person you love needs to be a solution.

I had just learned that life has to be more adrift, more random, because those who keep themselves from everything, run away from everything.

It’s no use dreaming about what is only made of fantasy and wanting to aspire to the impossible. Happiness is the acceptance of what you are and can be.

She was a woman full of absences and silences. Inside Isaura, she was endless and little of what she contained served her happiness. Into Isaura, Isaura fell.