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...
But everything is absurd, and dreaming least of all.
With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make-believe they’re happy.
Suddenly I’m all alone in the world. I see all this from the summit of a mental rooftop. I’m alone in the world. To see is to be distant. To see clearly is to halt. To analyze is to be foreign. No one...
Like every dreamer, I've always felt that my calling was to create. Since I've never been able to make an effort or carry out an intention, creation for me has always meant dreaming, wanting or desiri...
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.
This little boy playing next to me is an intellectual mass of cells - better yet, he's a clockwork of subatomic movements, a strange electrical conglomeration of millions of solar systems in minature....
Yes it’s me, I myself, what I turned out to be, (…) I’m the one here in myself, it’s me. (…) Whatever I was, whatever I wasn’t—it’s all in what I am. Whatever I wanted, whatever I didn’t want—all of t...
Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeição deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me até de dar começo. Mas distraio-me e faço. O que consigo é um pr...
I believe in the World as in a daisy. Because I see it. But I don’t think about itBecause thinking is not understanding…
من سينقذني من الوجود؟ ليس الموت ما أريد، ولا الحياة: بل ذلك الشيء الآخر الذي يسطع عمق القلق مثل ماسة محتملة في جوف مغارة لا يمكن الهبوط إليها
Só esta liberdade nos concedemOs deuses: submetermo-nosAo seu domínio por vontade nossa.Mais vale assim fazermosPorque só na ilusão da liberdadeA liberdade existe.
Se te queres matar, porque não te queres matar?Ah, aproveita! que eu, que tanto amo a morte e a vida,
The Complete Work is essentially dramatic, thought it takes different forms - prose passages in this first volume, poems and philosophies in other volumes. It's the product of the temperament I've bee...
I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.
At other times I wake up from the half sleep I'd fallen into, and hazy images with poetical and unpredictable colours play out their silent show to my inattention.
A beleza é o nome de qualquer cousa que não existeQue eu dou às cousas em troca do agrado que me dão. Não significa nada.
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What once was moral is now, for us, aesthetic … What was social is now individual