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...
Pára, meu coração!Não penses! Deixa o pensar na cabeça!Ó meu Deus, meu Deus, meu Deus!Hoje já não faço anos.Duro.Somam-se-me dias.Serei velho quando o for.Mais nada.
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...
I don’t know how many souls I have.I’ve changed at every moment.I always feel like a stranger.I’ve never seen or found myself.From being so much, I have only soul.A man who has soul has no calm.A man...
I am the nothingness around which this movement spins, the only reason it spins, not that the center exists except in the fact that all circles have a center. I, really I, am the well without walls, b...
I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.
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.
Heine said that every great tragedy was followed by a general blowing of noses. As a Jew, he saw all too clearly the universal nature of humanity.
Hayattan çok az şey istedim ama bu çok az bile esirgendi benden. Yakında bir arazi, bir demet güneş ışığı, bir lokma ekmekle bir lokma sükunet, varoluşuma dair beni bunaltmayacak bilgi, başkalarından...
For those few like me who live without knowing how to have life, what’s left but renunciation as our way and contemplation as our destiny? Not knowing nor able to know what religious life is, since fa...
Dusk shrouds the long and useless day.Even the hope it denied us crumblesTo nothing . . . Life is a drunken beggarHolding out his hand to his own shadow.
Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does cha...
By day I am nothing, by night I am I.
But do my words ring in anyone else’s soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?
And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul – the intimate will to die, to finish, not to see more light over any city, no...