Quotes from Fernando Pessoa

Romantizm hastal??? budur iÅŸte: sanki sahip olman?n bir yolu varm?? gibi Ay'a göz dikmek.

El amor requiere posesión, mas no sabe qué es la posesión. Si yo no soy mío, ¿cómo puedo ser tuyo, o tú mía? Si no poseo mi propio ser, ¿cómo podría poseer un ser ajeno? Si ya soy diferente de aquél de quien soy idéntico, ¿cómo seré idéntico de aquél de quien ya soy diferente? El amor es un misticismo que exige practicarse, una imposibilidad que es sólo soñada como debiendo ser posible.

I don't complain about the horrors of life. I complain only about the horrors of my life. The only important fact for me is the fact that I exist and that I suffer and cannot entirely dream myself out of feeling that suffering.

pude enfim, eu que não dormira, erguer lentamente o corpo exausto de nada da cama de onde pensara o universo

Where can one think of fleeing, if the cell is everything? And

To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

I'm so cold, so weary in my abandonment. Go and find my Mother, O Wind.

Tomorrow doesn't exist. This moment Alone is mine, and I am only who Exists in this instant, which might be the last Of the self I pretend to be. 16 March 1933

Inutilmente parecemos grandes. Salvo nós nada pelo mundo fora Nos saúda a grandeza Nem sem querer nos serve.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

But if God is the flowers and trees And hills and sun and moon, Then why should I call him God? I'll call him flowers and trees and hills and sun and moon.

But thank God there's imperfection in the World, Since imperfection is a thing, And the existence of mistaken People is original, And the existence of sick People makes the world interesting. If there were no imperfection, there would be one less thing, And there should be many Things, So that we will have a lot to see and hear For as long as Our eys and ears remain open...

Aquela corja tinha nascido para escravos. Queriam ser anarquistas à custa alheia. Queriam a liberdade, logo que fossem os outros que lha arranjassem, logo que lhe fosse dada como um rei dá um título! Quase todos eles são assim, os grandes lacaios!

The right way to live is something we can only teach the dead.

and I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

Compra-se a glória com desgraça.

How I'd love to infect at least one soul with some kind of poison, worry or disquiet! This would console me a little for my chronic failure to take action. My life's purpose would be to pervert. But do my words ring in anyone else's soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?

I also have my crochet. It dates from when I began to think. Stitch on stitch forming a whole without a whole … A cloth, and I don't know if it's for a garment or for nothing. A soul, and I don't know if it's for feeling or living. What

A verdade, se ela existe, Ver-se-á que só consiste Na procura da verdade, Porque a vida é só metade.

Twice in my adolescence – which I feel so remotely it seems like someone else's story that I read or was told – I enjoyed the humiliating pain of being in love.

To observe oneself as one observes nature; to gaze on one's impressions as one would on a field — that is true wisdom.

I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don't know where it will take me, because I don't know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I'm compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it's here that I meet others.

Since all stoicism is really just a harsher form of epicureanism, I want as far as possible to enjoy my misfortune.

Teach nothing, for you still have everything to learn.