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Tenho consciência de ser autêntica e procuro superar todos os dias minha própria personalidade, despedaçando dentro de mim tudo que é velho e morto, pois lutar é a palavra vibrante que levanta os fracos e determina os fortes. O importante é semear, produzir milhões de sorrisos de solidariedade e amizade. Procuro semear otimismo e plantar sementes de paz e justiça. Digo o que penso, com esperança. Penso no que faço, com fé. Faço o que devo fazer, com amor. Eu me esforço para ser cada dia melhor, pois bondade também se aprende!

We have eyes and we have nerveses We have tails we have teeth You'll all get what you deserveses When we rise from underneath.

There," she said, waving her hands at the corridor. The expression of delight on her face was a very bad thing to see."You're wrong! You don't know where your parents are, do you?" she turned and looked at Coraline. "Now," she said, "you're going to stay here for ever and always.

We have teeth and we have tails We have tails we have eyes We were here before you fell We will be here when you rise.

She smiled at Coraline, as if it had been a very long time since she had smiled and she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how.

Coraline shivered. She preferred her other mother to have a location: if she were nowhere, then she could be anywhere. And, after all, it is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.

On the first day Coraline's family moved in, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible made a point of telling Coraline how dangerous the well was, and they warned her to be sure she kept away from it. So Coraline set off to explore for it, so that she knew where it was, to keep away from it properly.

The reason you cannot see the Mouse Circus," said the man upstairs, "is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed. Also, they refuse to play the songs I have written for them. All the songs I have written for the mice to play go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle, like that. I am thinking of trying them on different types of cheese.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

It seemed to Coraline that it was crouching, and staring down at her, as if it were not really a house but only the idea of a house—and the person who had had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person.

And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth. Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key....

There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud.

Nessuno che sia minimamente ragionevole crede ai fantasmi. Sono tutti dei gran bugiardi

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it." "Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spider's webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

- Fuggi, finché hai aria nei polmoni e sangue nelle vene e possiedi ancora la tua mente e la tua anima - - Io non scappo – disse Coraline – I miei genitori ce li ha lei. E io sono venuta a riprendermeli - - Ah, ma lei ti terrà qui finché i giorni non diventeranno polvere, le foglie cadranno e gli anni passeranno uno dopo l’altro come il tic-tac tic-tac di un orologio - - No – disse Coraline – Non lo farà.

I'm an explorer, -thought Coraline to herself.- And I need all the ways out of here that I can get. So I shall keep walking.

Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Cats don’t have names,” it said. “No?” said Coraline. “No,” said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.” There was something irritatingly self-centered about the cat, Coraline decided. As if it were, in its opinion, the only thing in any world or place that could possibly be of any importance. Half of her wanted to be very rude to it; the other half of her wanted to be polite and deferential. The polite half won.