Those who really suffer don’t form groups, don’t go around in a gang. Those who suffer suffer alone.
The fundamental error of Romanticism is to confuse what we need with what we desire. We all need certain basic things for life’s preservation and continuance; we all desire a more perfect life, comple...
Não me importo com as rimas. Raras vezes Há duas árvores iguais, uma ao lado da outra.
No hay mayor tragedia que tener la misma intensidad, en una misma alma o en un hombre, del sentimiento intelectual y del sentimiento moral. Para que un hombre pueda ser distintiva y absolutamente mora...
May I at least carry, to the boundless possibility contained in the abyss of everything, the glory of my disillusion like that of a great dream, and the splendor of not believing like a banner of defe...
Leave in a complex state of slumberYour consciousness of science.Look At your white face in the wine’s red mirrorAnd then drink the mirror ...and your consciousness
I’ve never aspired to be more than a dreamer. I paid no attention to those who spoke to me of living. I’ve always belonged to what isn’t where I am and to what I could never be. Whatever isn’t mine, n...
I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything.
Há um cansaço da inteligência abstracta, e é o mais horroroso dos cansaços. Não pesa como o cansaço do corpo, nem inquieta como o cansaço do conhecimento pela emoção. É um peso da consciência do mundo...
How is it done? By not doing. By dreaming insistently. By performing our daily duties but living, simultaneously, in the imagination. Travelling far and wide, in the geography of our minds. Conquering...
He was constitutionally condemned to suffer all kinds of anxieties, but fated to abandon them all. I never met a more extraordinary man. He had abdicated everything to which he was by nature destined,...
Happy the creators of pessimistic systems! Besides taking refuge in the fact of having made something, they can exult in their explanation of universal suffering, and include themselves in it.I don't...
Conta a lenda que dormiaUma Princesa encantadaA quem só despertariaUm Infante, que viriaDe além do muro da estrada.Ele tinha que, tentado,Vencer o mal e o bem,Antes que, já libertado,Deixasse o caminh...
فجأة، كما لو أن قدرا مداويا شفانى من عمى مزمن بطريقة مباغتة، أرفع الرأس، عن حياتى الغفل، نحو المعرفة الواضحة بكيفية وجودى، فأرى أن كل ما قمت به، كل ما فكرت به، كل ما كنته، هو خداع وجنون. أتعجب مما توص...
سلالة النهاية أنتمي الي جيل ورث الارتياب تجاه الايمان المسيحي خالقا في ذاته الكفر بكل أنواع الايمان . آباؤنا مازالوا يمتلكون الباعث الايماني الذي نقلوه من المسيحية الى أشكال أخرى من الوهم , بعضهم كا...
É talvez o último dia da minha vida. Saudei o sol, levantando a mão direita, Mas não o saudei, dizendo-lhe adeus, Fiz sinal de gostar de o ver antes: mais nada.
Wise is the man who monotonizes his existence, for then each minor incident seems a marvel.
To possess something is to lose it. To feel something without possessing it is to keep it, because in that way one extracts its essence.
Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.
Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what’s desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.