De Profundis, by Oscar Wilde

Olá, hoje venho comentar sobre a minha leitura mais recente: De profundis, by Oscar Wilde.

Esse romance é uma carta/relato bem longo -pra uma carta- de sua vida na prisão para seu amado; Ou seja, é um livro bem triste, mas muito bem escrito! (por falar em escrita, li esse livro no original, quem puder ler em inglês, o leia. É fascinante)
Mas, enfim, Oscar Wilde estava preso por comportamento indecente e sodomia.
É muito emocional e tem trechos que você não consegue ler direto, pois, como disse, é tão triste, tão forte, tão sincero.
Bom, não queria falar muito, minha ideia era fazer um post só com algumas citações, mas enfim.


Trechos dos livro:". . . Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only
record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It
revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain."

"Each train as it came up swelled the audience. Nothing could
exceed their amusement. That was, of course, before they knew who I was. As soon as they
had been informed they laughed still more. For half an hour I stood there in the grey
November rain surrounded by a jeering mob.
For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same hour and for the same
space of time. That is not such a tragic thing as possibly it sounds to you. To those who are
in prison tears are a part of every day's experience. A day in prison on which one does not
weep is a day on which one's heart is hard, not a day on which one's heart is happy."

"He sees all the lovely influences of life as modes of light: the imagination itself is the world of light. The world is made by it, and yet the world cannot understand it: that is because the imagination is simply a manifestation of love, and it is love and the capacity for it that distinguishes one human being from another."