And when the lie begins to give us pleasure, let us speak the truth in order to lie to the lie.
All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It’s all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It’sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurls
Acima da verdade estão os deuses.A nossa ciência é falhada cópiaDa certeza com que elesSabem que há o Universo.
Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like...
everything is absurd.1 man spends his life earning money which he then saves even though he has no children 2 leave it 2. another puts all his efforts into becoming famous so that he'll b remembered o...
The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!
أغتاظ. أرغب في فهم كل شيء، معرفة كل شيء، إكمال كل شيء، قول كل شيء، التمتع بكل شيء، التألم من كل شيء، نعم، التألم من كل شيء. لكن لا شيء من هذا كله، لا شيء. أنهكتني فِكرة ما أرغب في الحصول عليه، ما استط...
We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists.
Tomorrow I too - this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself - yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks the streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder wh...
To have touched the feet of Christ is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation.If a man writes well only when he's drunk, then I'll tell him: Get drunk. And if he says that it's bad for his liver, I'll a...
The circumstances of his life were marked by that strange but rather common phenomenon – perhaps, in fact, it’s true for all lives – of being tailored to the image and likeness of his instincts, which...
Temos, todos que vivemos,Uma vida que é vividaE outra vida que é pensada,E a única vida que temos
Sim, eis o que os meus sentidos aprenderam sozinhos:— As cousas não têm significação: têm existência. As cousas são o único sentido oculto das cousas.
Porque o único sentido oculto das cousas É elas não terem sentido oculto
Pessoa invented The Book of Disquiet, which never existed, strictly speaking, and can never exist. What we have here isn’t a book but its subversion and negation: the ingredients for a book whose reci...
Não sou, como disse Goethe, o espírito que nega, mas o espírito que contraria. (...) Porque contrariar actos, por maus que sejam, é estorvar o giro do mundo, que é acção. Mas contrariar ideias é fazer...
Like all men endowed with great mental mobility, I have an irrevocable, organic love of settledness. I abhor new ways of life and unfamiliar places. 122. The idea of travelling nauseates me. I’ve alre...
Let’s act like sphinxes, however falsely, until we reach the point of no longer knowing who we are. For we are, in fact, false sphinxes, with no idea of what we are in reality. The only way to be in a...
I go forward slowly, dead, and my vision is no longer mine, it’s nothing: it’s only the vision of the human animal who, without wanting, inherited Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality, and a...
But I am not perfect in my way of putting thingsBecause I lack the divine simplicityOf being only what I appear to be.