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...
His voice was dull and tremulous, the voice of one who hopes for nothing, because all hope is vain.
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.
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest...
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...
لو أكون مضبوطاً تماماً مثل آلة!لو أمضي ظافراً عبر الحياة
لقد اعتدت أن أحلم كثيرا.. لقد تعبتُ من الحلم..لكنني لم أتعب..لا أحد يتعب من الحلم ..لإن أن تحلم ..هو أن تنسى..و النسيان لا يكلِّفنا شيئا ..إنه النوم الخالي من الأحلام ذلك الذي يحدث ونحن مستيقظون ..لكن...
ريح خفيفة جداً تهبُّثم تَمرُّ،دائماً خفيفة جداًو أنا لا أعرف فيم أفكرو لا أسعى إلى أن أعرف.
XIIILightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don’t know what I’m thinking, Nor do I wish to know.
What's attacking me now is a direct humanitarianism ...
What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies,...
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept – our own selves – that we love.
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 understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate som...
To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I’ve shaped my life, almost without thinking...