Ποσες και ποσες μασκεςΠανω απο το προσωπο της ψυχης φοραμε...Οταν γι' αστειο η ψυχη τη μασκα θελησει να βγαλειΑραγε ξερει οτι ετσι αφηνειΤο προσωπο γυμνο να φανει;Η μασκα η πραγματικη, δεν νιωθει τιπο...
Ποιος θα μ' εκανε ν' ακουσω καποιου την ανθρωπινη φωνηΠου θα ομολογουσε οχι μιαν αμαρτια, αλλα μιαν ατιμια Που θα διηγιοταν οχι μια βιαιη πραξη, αλλα μια δειλη!Οχι, ολοι ειναι το Ιδανικο, να, τους ακο...
A nossa alma e o céu e a terra bastam-nos. Querer mais é perder isto, e ser infeliz.
What does a river know about this and what does a tree know?And I, who am no more than those, what do I know?Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them,I laugh like how a br...
VIIFrom my village I see as much of the universe as can be seen from the earth, And so my village is as large as any town, For I am the size of what I see And not the size of my height . . . In the ci...
To live is to not think.
The entire life of the human soul is mere motions in the shadows. We live in a twilight of consciousness, never in accord with whom we are or think we are. Everyone harbours some kind of vanity, and t...
PROCRASTINATIONThe day after tomorrow, yes, only the day after tomorrow ...Tomorrow I’ll start thinking about the day after tomorrow,Maybe I could do it then; but not today ...No, nothing today; today...
Nu ştiu. Îmi lipseşte un simţ, îmi lipseşte un tactÎn viaţă, fie pentru amor, fie pentru glorie...Şi la ce bună oricare istorie,Sau orice alt fapt?Sunt singur, singur cum nimeni niciodată n-a statGol...
Niciodată nu iubim pe cineva. Iubim doar ideea pe care ne-o facem despre acel cineva. E un concept care ne aparţine şi, de fapt, pe noi înşine ne iubim.E un adevăr valabil în toate etapele iubirii. În...
I’m lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don’t have what I’ve obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I’m awake. I wake up as if I’d been sleeping, and I don’t belong to me. Lif...
Isto está tudo decadente: já nem decadentes há.
I have to choose what I detest - either dreaming which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. D...
But the horror that’s destroying me today is less noble and more corrosive. It’s a longing to be free of wanting to have thoughts, a desire to never have been anything, a conscious despair in every ce...
Between an American millionaire, a Caesar or Napoleon, or Lenin and the Socialist boss of a village there is no qualitative difference, only quantitative.
Being eternally at a point where two paths fork!
أن نعرف من نحن ليس شأننا نحن، لأن ما نفكره وما نحسه هو دائمًا ترجمة ما، ما نريده لم يكن موضع رغبتنا. أن أعرف هذا كله في كل دقيقة، أن أحس هذا كله في كل إحساس، ألن يكون معناه أن أكون أجنبيًا داخل روحي ذ...
I don't even suffer. My disdain for everything is so complete that I even disdain myself. The contempt I have for the sufferings of others I also have for my own. And so all my suffering is crushed un...
I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten,...
I acquired, with regard to action, a transcendental honesty which, ever since I became aware of it, has inhibited me from having any strong links with the tangible world.