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.
To conceive of myself from the outside was my ruin – the ruin of my happiness. I saw myself as others see me, and I despised myself – not because I had character traits that made me worthy of contempt...
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.
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,...
Reducir las necesidades al mínimo, para no depender en nada de los demás.
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...
Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar.
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...
O meu misticismo é não querer saber. É viver e não pensar nisso.
Nada fica de nada. Nada somos.Um pouco ao sol e ao ar nos atrasamosDa irrespirável treva que nos peseDa húmida terra imposta,Cadáveres adiados que procriam.Leis feitas, 'státuas vistas, odes findas -...
I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.I wa...
I wander as I walk straight ahead. When it’s time, I show up at the office like everyone else. When it’s not time, I go to the river to gaze at the river, like everyone else. I’m no different. And beh...
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,
Pensar uma flor é vê-la e cheirá-la E comer um fruto é saber-lhe o sentido.
O night in which the stars feign light, O night that alone is the size of the Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that—being mere darkness—I’ll lose myself and become night as well...
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.
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