Quotes from Fernando Pessoa

Divan beše moj ljubljeni, a melanholi?an.

Nosotros heredamos la destrucción y sus resultados.

Some say there's no life without hope, others that hope makes life meaningless.

Everything seems doomed in advance to insignificance.

If the tree is more interesting to me than the man, I'm sorrier to see the tree felled than to see the man die. There are departing sunsets that grieve me more than the deaths of children. If I'm unfeeling, it's so that I can feel.

Now the Nile gave him up, the eternal Nile.

The dream that promises us the impossible has already prevented us from achieving it, but the dream that promises us the possible interferes with real life and leaves it to life to provide a solution.

I want to tell you how the desire to achieve something far outstrips what we actually achieve. I want to recite to you the litany of despair while you listen intently. There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect.

Andei sozinho na praia Andei na praia a pensar No jeito da tua saia Quando lá estiveste a andar.

Uzeo ga, pa vratio, Nil veliki, ve?ni.

Os meus sonhos são um refúgio estúpido, como um guarda-chuva contra um raio.

Tudo que nos cerca se torna parte de nós, se nos infiltra na sensação da carne e da vida, e, baba da grande Aranha, nos liga subtilmente ao que está perto, enleando-nos num leito leve de morte lenta, onde baloiçamos ao vento. Tudo é nós, e nós somos tudo; mas de que serve isto, se tudo é nada?

La letteratura, come tutta l'arte, è la confessione che la vita sola non basta.

Everything comes from humanity and humanity is always the same — changeable but incapable of perfection, vacillating but incapable of progress.

For superior men, life should be a dream that spurns confrontations.

Nunca voltarei. Nunca voltarei porque nunca se volta. O lugar a que se volta é sempre outro, A

Ah, che errore doloroso e crasso quel distinguo che i rivoluzionari fanno tra borghesia e popolo, tra aristocrazia e popolo o tra governanti e governati. La vera distinzione risiede tra adattati e disadattati: il resto e letteratura e per di più cattiva letteratura. 176 [1929]

Een ding is het snijpunt van drie lijnen en die drie lijnen samen vormen het ding: een hoeveelheid materie, de wijze waarop wij die interpreteren, en de omgeving waarin ze zich bevindt.

Then his lips cease on the other lips cold sloth.

I watch myself. I am a witness to myself. My feelings parade past some unrecognizable gaze of mine like things external. Everything about me bores me. Everything, right down to its mysterious roots, has taken on the color of my tedium.

There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect. Woe betide the artist who notices this, who one day thinks this. His work can never again be a joy, he will never again sleep peacefully. He'll become a young man bereft of youth and grow old discontentedly.

Lucru aruncat într-un ungher,cârp? c?zut? în strad?,fiinÅ£a mea ignobil? în faÅ£a vieÅ£ii ia tot felul de forme...

O coração, se pudesse pensar, pararia.

Ali pod usnom led ipak zna?i: umro je mili.