His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it’s perfectly useless to hope.
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...
But do my words ring in anyone else’s soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?
Between your body and my desire for itStretches the chasm of you being conscious.If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there!
And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.
All our abstract intelligence is good for is constructing systems, or semi-systematic ideas, which for animals is a simple matter of lying in the sun.
Agir, eis a inteligência verdadeira. Serei o que quiser. Mas tenho que querer o que for. O êxito está em ter êxito, e não em ter condições de êxito. Condições de palácio tem qualquer terra larga, mas...
A tree's shade is worth more than the knowledge of truth, my sons, for a tree's shade is true while it lasts, and the knowledge of truth is false in its very truth. The leaves' greenness is worth more...
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
انتظرتك ساعتينسأنتظرك سنتينهل انتظر بعد!
الحزين لا ينام يسهر ليجد الفرح.
Todo se me evapora. Mi vida entera, mis recuerdos, mi imaginación y lo que contiene, mi personalidad, todo se me evapora. Continuamente siento que he sido otro, que he sentido otro, que he pensado otr...
There is no body or truth we possess, nor even any illusion. We are phantoms made of lies. Shadows of illusions, our lives are hollow on both the outside and the inside.
There are inner sufferings so subtle and so diffuse that we can’t tell whether they belong to the body or the soul, whether they’re an anxiety that comes from our feeling that life is futile or an ind...
The search for the truth — whether the subjective truth of one’s own convictions, the objective truth of reality or the social truth of money or power — always brings with it, if the searcher in quest...
The essence of what I desire is simply this: to sleep away life.
Ser novo é não ser velho. Ser velho é ter opiniões. Ser novo é não querer saber de opiniões para nada.