Knowing how easily even the smallest things torture me, I deliberately avoid contact with them. A cloud passing in front of the sun is enough to make me suffer, how then should I not suffer in the dar...
If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
Ao toque adormecido da morfinaPerco-me em transparências latejantes
A Arte é, com efeito, o aperfeiçoamento subjectivo da vida.
Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist
The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.
No-one loves another More than he loves whatever
Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. T...
Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.
The human soul is an abyss
I’ll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything.
Only poets and philosophers see the world as it really is, for only to them is it given to live without illusions. To see clearly is to not act.
Is it that my habit of placing myself in the souls of other people makes me see myself as others see or would see me if they noticed my presence there? It is. And once I've perceived what they would f...
But everything is absurd, and dreaming least of all.
No-one loves another More than he loves whatever another within may haveThat is part of one's self
I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep through...
There are dreamed anguishes that are more realThan the ones life brings us, there are sensationsFelt only by imaginingWhich are more ours than our own life is.There’s so often a thing which, not exist...
Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of a great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a...
En mi corazón hay una paz de angustia, y mi sosiego está hecho de resignación.
And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physica...