And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a si...
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.
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...
No-one loves another More than he loves whatever another within may haveThat is part of one's self
Everything is interconnected. My readings of classical authors, who never speaks of sunsets, have made many sunsets intelligible to me, in all their colors. There is a relationship between syntactical...
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.
Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.
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...
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...
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 believe in the World as in a daisy. Because I see it. But I don’t think about itBecause thinking is not understanding…
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....
كلنا نهدهد في الحضن طفلاً ميتاً
To feel everything in every way; to be able to think with the emotions and feel with the mind; not to desire much except with the imagination; to suffer with haughtiness; to see clearly so as to write...
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,
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
We never know self-realization. We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
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...