I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.
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 asked for so little from life and life denied me even that.
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 am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.
I abhor running real risks, but it’s not because I’m afraid of feeling too intensely. It’s because they break my perfect focus on my sensations, and this disturbs and depersonalizes me. I never go whe...
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...
Each us is more than one person, many people, a proliferation of our one self. That's why the same person who scorns his surroundings is different from the person who is gladdened or made to suffer by...
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.
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...
Queen, goodbye forever!Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clayI'll never be well if I don't get to bedI never was well unless I was stretched out across the universe.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it
صوتهُ كان مبحوحاًو مرتجفاً، هو صوت أولئك الذين لا يتوقعون شيئا لأنهُ من غير المجدي توقع شيء
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...
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.
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...
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.