Quotes from Clarice Lispector

O senhor não compreende, disse ela de novo irritada, que eu não posso pedir? porque preciso de tanto que ninguém pode me dar?

La verdad es un contacto interior inexplicable".

Ik zekere zin gingen de zaken zo goed dat ze alleen maar erg slecht zouden kunnen gaan want wat helemaal rijp is kan gaan rotten.

Just as I am writing at the same as I am being read. Only I do not start with the ending that would justify the beginning as death appears to comment on life because I must record the preceeding events.

Anyone who lives knows even without knowing that he or she knows. So dear reader,you know more than imagine however much you may deny it.

Só não inicio pelo fim que justificaria o começo – como a morte parece dizer sobre a vida – porque preciso registrar os fatos antecedentes.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

Eu antes era uma mulher que sabia distinguir as coisas quando as via. Mas agora cometi o erro grave de pensar.

Liberdade? É meu último refúgio, forcei-me à liberdade e aguento-a não como um dom mas com heroísmo: sou heroicamente livre.

That's because this story lacks a cantabile melody. Its rhythm is sometimes discordant. And it has facts. I suddenly fell for facts without literature — facts are hard stones and action is now more interesting to me than thinking, you can't get away from facts.

E nunca antes eu me havia deixado levar, a menos que soubesse para o quê.

She felt the phrase "demand her rights" had lain inside her forever, waiting.

Cuando se comprende a fondo el vivir, uno se pregunta: pero ¿era solo esto? Y la respuesta es: no es solo esto, es exactamente esto.

I always liked to arrange things. I guess it's my only real vocation. By putting things in order, I create and understand at the same time.

El día que el ser humano se hizo una pregunta sobre sí mismo, entonces se convirtió en el más ininteligible de los seres por donde circulaba la sangre.

My expectations closed the world to me.

Solamente otra persona que lo hubiera experimentado sabría lo que ella sentía, pues de casi todo lo que importa no se sabe hablar.

What does it feel like to have a girl?" said the man, chewing. Her father wiped his mouth with his napkin, tilted his head to one side and said smiling: "Sometimes it feels like I have a warm egg in my hand. Sometimes, nothing: total memory loss…Occasionally it feels like I have a girl of my own, really mine.

She expected nothing. She was in herself, the end itself.

Estaba viendo claramente el vacío. Y ni entendía aquello que una parte de ella entendía. ¿Qué haría de esa lucidez? Sabía también que aquella claridad suya se podía volver el infierno humano.

I ask: was every story ever written in the world a story of affliction?

Bu dünyada ne varsa bir evetle baÅŸlad?. Bir molekül bir baÅŸka moleküle evet dedi, böylece yaÅŸam doÄŸdu. Ama tarihöncesinden önce tarihöncesinin tarihöncesi vard?, yok vard?, evet vard?. Hep vard? - ne bilmiyorum, ama evrenin hiç baÅŸlamad???n? biliyorum.

Nothing is more difficult than surrendering to the instant. That difficulty is human pain. It is ours. I surrender in words and surrender when I paint.

I was born a few instants ago and I am dimmed.