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Fernando Pessoa
By Anonym 19 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Tudo que nos cerca se torna parte de nós, se nos infiltra na sensação da carne e da vida, e, baba da grande Aranha, nos liga subtilmente ao que está perto, enleando-nos num leito leve de morte lenta, onde baloiçamos ao vento. Tudo é nós, e nós somos tudo; mas de que serve isto, se tudo é nada?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

The human soul is an abyss

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Never read a book to the end, nor even in sequence and without skipping.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I’ve created various personalities within. I constantly create personalities. Each of my dreams, as soon as I start dreaming it, is immediately incarnated in another person, who is then the one dreaming it, and not I. To create, I’ve destroyed myself. I’ve so externalized myself on the inside that I don’t exist there except externally. I’m the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

There were people who loved me, There were people I loved. Today I blushed Because of who I once was. I felt ashamed Of being, here and now, The one who always dreams And never steps out, Ashamed of realizing That I can have no more Than this dream of what I could have been - before. 6 August 1934

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I take with me the conscience of defeat as a victory banner.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

If a man can only write well when drunk, I'll tell him: get drunk. And if he tells me that his liver suffers with it, I'll answer: what's your liver? It's a dead thing that lives as long as you live, and the poems you'll write will live without a as long as.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I am the suburb of a non-existent town, the prolix commentary on a book never written. I am nobody, nobody. I am a character in a novel which remains to be written, and I float, aerial, scattered without ever having been, among the dreams of a creature who did not know how to finish me off.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Todo es símbolo y atraso, y nosotros, los que somos dioses, sólo tenemos un grado más alto en una Orden, cuyos Superiores Incógnitos no sabemos quiénes son. Dios es el segundo en la Orden manifiesta, y no me dice quién es el Jefe de la Orden, el único que conoce (se conoce) los Jefes Secretos. Cuántas veces Dios me ha dicho: 'Hermano mío, no sé quién soy'.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

A alma humana é um manicómio de caricaturas.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

But thank God there's imperfection in the World, Since imperfection is a thing, And the existence of mistaken People is original, And the existence of sick People makes the world interesting. If there were no imperfection, there would be one less thing, And there should be many Things, So that we will have a lot to see and hear For as long as Our eys and ears remain open...

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Give to each emotion a personality, to each state of mind a soul.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Most people are afflicted with an inability to say what they see or think. They say there’s nothing more difficult than to define a spiral in words; they claim it is necessary to use the unliterary hand, twirling it in a steadily upward direction, so that human eyes will perceive the abstract figure immanent in wire spring and a certain type of staircase. But if we remember that to say is to renew, we will have no trouble defining a spiral; it’s a circle that rises without ever closing. I realize that most people would never dare to define it this way, for they suppose that defining is to say what others want us to say rather than what’s required for the definition. I’ll say it more accurately: a spiral is a potential circle that winds round as it rises, without ever completing itself. But no, the definition is still abstract. I’ll resort to the concrete, and all will become clear: a spiral is a snake without a snake, vertically wound around nothing. All literature is an attempt to make life real. All of us know, even when we act on what we don’t know, life is absolutely unreal in its directly real form; the country, the city and our ideas are absolutely fictitious things, the offspring of our complex sensation of our own selves. Impressions are incommunicable unless we make them literary. Children are particularly literary, for they say what they feel not what someone has taught them to feel. Once I heard a child, who wished to say that he was on the verge of tears, say not ‘I feel like crying’, which is what an adult, i.e., an idiot, would say but rather, ’ I feel like tears.’ And this phrase -so literary it would seem affected in a well-known poet, if he could ever invent it - decisively refers to the warm presence of tears about to burst from eyelids that feel the liquid bitterness. ‘I feel like tears’! The small child aptly defined his spiral. To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the written voice and the intellectual image! This is all that matters in life; the rest is men and women, imagined loves and factitious vanities, the wiles of our digestion and forgetfulness, people squirming- like worms when a rock is lifted - under the huge abstract boulder of the meaningless blue sky.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Everyone has his vanity, and each one's vanity is his forgetting that there are others with an equal soul.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

It's been a long time since I've been me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

For who expects nothing, all that comes is grateful

By Anonym 18 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Sosyalizmin ve komünizmin hedefi emekçiyi yükseltmek değil, burjuvayı indirmektir. Emekçi ise aynı noktada, hatta söylediğim gibi, daha kötü noktada kalır. Burjuvanın yitirdiği şeyden yararlanan asla emekçi değildir. Anarşizm ise tersine bir sevgi rejimidir, sevilen insanlara baskı uygulamaya çalışılmaz.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physical backbone of my memory. It's the old streets with other people, the same streets that today are different; it's dead people speaking to me through the transparency of their absence; it's remorse for what I did or didn't do; it's the rippling of streams in the night, noises from below in the quiet building. I feel like screaming inside my head. I want to stop, to break, to smash this impossible phonograph record that keeps playing inside me, where it doesn't belong, an intangible torturer. I want my soul, a vehicle taken over by others, to let me off and go on without me. I'm going crazy from having to hear. And in the end it is I – in my odiously impressionable brain, in my thin skin, in my hypersensitive nerves – who am the keys played in scales, O horrible and personal piano of our memory.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Porque, al final, ¿quién soy, cuando no juego? Un pobre huérfano abandonado en la calle de las Sensaciones, tiritando de frío por las esquinas de la Realidad, que tiene que dormir en la escalinata de la Tristeza y comer el pan que le da la Fantasía.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I belong to a generation - assuming that this generation includes others besides me - that lost its faith in the gods of the old religions as well as in the gods of modern nonreligions. I reject Jehova as I reject humanity.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search. I'm like one who absentmindedly looks for he doesn't know what, having forgotten it in his dreaming as the search got under way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Art lies because it's social.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Adeus, Ophelinha. Durma e coma, e não perca gramas.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

I’m riding a tram and, as is my habit, slowly absorbing every detail of the people around me. By ‘detail’ I mean things, voices, words. In the dress of the girl directly in front of me, for example, I see the material it’s made of, the work involved in making it – since it’s a dress and not just material – and I see in the delicate embroidery around the neck the silk thread with which it was embroidered and all the work that went into that. And immediately, as if in a primer on political economy, I see before me the factories and all the different jobs: the factory where the material was made; the factory that made the darker coloured thread that ornaments with curlicues the neck of the dress’ and I see the different workshops in the factories, the machines, the workmen, the seamstresses. My eyes’ inward gaze even penetrates into the offices, where I see the managers trying to keep calm and the figures set out in the account books, but that’s not all: beyond that I see into the domestic lives of all those who spend their working hours in these factories and offices...A whole world unfolds before my eyes all because the regularly irregular dark green edging to a pale green dress worn by the girl in front of me of whom I see only her brown neck. ‘A whole way of life lies before me. I sense the loves, the secrets, the souls of all those who worked just so that this woman in front of me on the tram should wear around her mortal neck the sinuous banality of a thread of dark green silk on a background of light green cloth. I grow dizzy. The seats on the tram, of fine, strong cane, carry me to distant regions, divide into industries, workmen, houses, lives, realities, everything. I leave the tram exhausted, like a sleepwalker, having lived a whole life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Destiny gave me only two things: a few accounting books and the gift of dreaming.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Changing from the ghosts of faith to the spectres of reason is just changing cells.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

THIRD WATCHER Let her speak. Don't interrupt. She knows words that mermaids taught her...I'm falling asleep in order to hear her...Go on, sister, go on...My heart aches because I wasn't you when you dreamed at the seashore.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

The principle tragedy of my life is, like all tragedies, an irony of Destiny. I reject real life as if it were a condemnation; I reject dreams as if they were an ignoble liberation. [...]After the end of the stars uselessly whitened in the morning sky and the breeze became less cold in the barely orange tinged in the yellow of the light on the scattered low clouds, I, who hadn't slept, could finally, slowly raise my body, exhausted from nothing from the bed from which I had thought the universe.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Who am I to myself? Just a feeling of mine.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

The supreme empire is that of the Emperor who renounces all normal life, that of other men, and in who the care of supremacy doesn't weigh like a load of jewels.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.