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.
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 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.
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.
Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar.
I’m sure that all this, I mean other people’s attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges oth...
I still remember—so vividly I can smell the gentle fragrance of the spring air—the afternoon when I decided, after thinking everything over, to abdicate from love as from an insoluble problem. it was...
I don’t know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I’ve stopped having the fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I’m like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without...
Escravos cardíacos das estrelas, Conquistámos todo o mundo antes de nos levantar da cama; Mas acordámos e ele é opaco, Levantámo-nos e ele é alheio,
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...
Cansado do universo e sociedade,Da abstracção que não finda o que é fundoDo meu fatal pôr-olhos sobre o mundo,Pobre de amor e rico de ansiedade,Já nada me seduz nem me persuade.
At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.
Anything and everything, depending on how one sees it, is a marvel or a hindrance, an all or a nothing, a path or a problem. To see something in constantly new ways is to renew and multiply it. That i...
All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.
A sensitive and honest-minded man, if he’s concerned about evil and injustice in the world, will naturally begin his campaign against them by eliminating them at their nearest source: his own person....
حتى أنا الحالم دوما، تأتينى بعض اللحظات التى يهرب الحلم منى فيها؛ حينئذ تبدو الأشياء واضحة بالنسبة إلى، فينزاح ضباب ما يحيط بى. وكل النتوءات المرئية تجرح بحدة جلد روحى. كل القساوات المرئية تؤذى ما بدا...
That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing except an abstract centre of impersonal sensations,...
Permanezcamos así eternamente, como la estampa de un hombre en un vitral frente a la de una mujer en otro vitral....Entre nosotros, sombras cuyos pasos suenan fríos, son de la humanidad que pasa....Mu...
Os poetas místicos são filósofos doentes, E os filósofos são homens doidos.
On the other side sit we — the errand boy from around the corner, the unruly playwright William Shakespeare, the barber who tells stories, the schoolmaster John Milton, the shop assistant, the vagabon...