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.
We feel the weather even when we are unaware that we do.
Triste de quem é feliz !Vive porque a vida dura.Nada na alma lhe dizMais que a lição da raizTer por vida a sepultura.
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...
The divine fact of existing shouldn’t be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting.
Temos, todos que vivemos,Uma vida que é vividaE outra vida que é pensada,E a única vida que temos
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...
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 have all the conditions for happiness, save happiness. The conditions are detached from one another.
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...
His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it’s perfectly useless to hope.
But I am not perfect in my way of putting thingsBecause I lack the divine simplicityOf being only what I appear to be.
Between an American millionaire, a Caesar or Napoleon, or Lenin and the Socialist boss of a village there is no qualitative difference, only quantitative.
And when the lie begins to give us pleasure, let us speak the truth in order to lie to the lie.
ريح خفيفة جداً تهبُّثم تَمرُّ،دائماً خفيفة جداًو أنا لا أعرف فيم أفكرو لا أسعى إلى أن أعرف.
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...
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 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,...