Reality is made up of what is common and shared. That’s why we as individuals only exist in the spurious part of our sensations.
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.
O homem não difere do animal senão em saber que o não é. É a primeira luz, que não é mais que treva visível. É o começo, porque ver a treva é ter a luz dela. É o fim, porque é o saber, pela vista, que...
I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.
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 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...
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...
Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist But that I give to things in exch...
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...
A physical nausea, prompted by all of life, was born in the moment I woke up. A horror at the prospect of having to live got up with me out of bed. Everything seemed hollow, and I had the chilling imp...
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.
شالٌ وضعتهِجعلكِ تبدين أكبر
We feel the weather even when we are unaware that we do.
Tudo o mais é uma grande maçada para quem está presente por acaso. E a sociedade em que nascemos é o lugar onde mais por acaso estamos presentes.
There are pigs like me that wallow in their destiny, not drawing away from the banality of daily life because they’re enthralled by their own impotence.
The moon is high up in the sky and it’s spring. I think of you and within myself I’m complete. A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields. I think of you and whisper your name. I’m not I:...
That’s why I read, as a stranger,My being as if it were pages.Not knowing what will comeAnd forgetting what has passed,I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt.