Diz-se que um arco-íris é um bom augúrio. Quero acreditar que sim. Que este arco-íris, fotografado por mim no dia 1, seja um sinal de que este será um ano pleno de conquistas e sucessos, em que haja saúde, porque o resto alcança-se com mais ou menos esforço, mais ou menos sorte.
Que se fechem ciclos velhos e se abram novos. Que a História não se repita, que os finais possam mesmo ser felizes, que o amor triunfe. Ou então, que portas eternamente entreabertas se fechem.
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats, He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Meredith: I lied. I'm not out of this relationship. I'm in. I'm so in it's humiliating because here I am begging-- Derek: Meredith. Meredith: Just shut up. You say 'Meredith' and I yell, remember? Derek: Yeah. Meredith: Okay, here it is. Your choice, it's simple. Her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But Derek, I love you. In a really, really big - pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me. I'll be at Joe's tonight. So if you do decide to sign the papers meet me there.