Quotes from Fernando Pessoa

Për njeriun e zakonshëm me ndie domethanë me jetue, e me mendue domethanë me dijtë me jetue. Për mue, me mendue asht me jetue, e me ndie s'asht veçse ushqimi i të menduemit.

Let us render everything absurd and adorn our sterile hours with more futilities.

Most men spontaneously live a fictitious, alien life. Most people are other people, said Oscar Wilde, and he was quite right.

I came here for no reason, as with everything in life.

Sometimes the mere rhythm of a sentence will require God instead of the Gods; at other times the two syllables of 'the Gods' will be necessary, and I'll verbally change universe; on still other occasions what will matter is an internal rhyme, a metrical displacement, or a burst of emotion, and polytheism or monotheism will prevail accordingly. The Gods are contingent on style.

Let us watch Time painting the world and finding the resulting picture not only false but hollow.

Para viajar basta existir

Vive tu vida y no seas vivido por ella. Tanto en la verdad como en el error, tanto en el gozo como en el malestar, sé tu propio ser.

I feel so isolated that I'm aware of the distance between me and my suit.

When I participate, although it seems that I'm expanding, I'm limiting myself. To associate is to die. Only my consciousness of myself is real for me; other people are hazy phenomena in this consciousness, and it would be morbid to attribute very much reality to them.

We're well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write. But everything is imperfect. There's no sunset so lovely it couldn't be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn't bring yet sounder sleep.

ella todo son fines y propósitos.

Indifferent to this, and grieving only as much as he needs to and for as little time as possible — over the death of a son, for example, whom he will forget as the years pass, except on his birthday; over the loss of money, which he mourns until he gets some more or becomes used to the loss — humanity continues digesting and loving. Life recovers and carries on. The dead are buried. Losses forgotten.

I at once made of those two principles the general foundations of all style: first, to say what one feels exactly as one feels it — clearly, if it is clear; obscurely, if it is obscure; and confusedly, if it is confused; secondly, to understand that grammar is a tool not a law.

Nu m? apas? cu nimic ÅŸi nici nu are cum s? dureze în mine grija fa?? de ora prezent?.Sunt înfometat de extinderea timpului ÅŸi vreau s? fiu eu necondiÅ£ionat.

All unhappiness enters through the window of observation and the door of thought.

A happy past in whose remembrance I would also be happy, with nothing in the present that would cheer or even interest me, with no dream or possibility of a future that could be any different from this present or have a past other than this past! – here lies my life, a conscious ghost of a paradise I never knew, a stillborn corpse of my unrealized hopes.

In general, men weep little and, when they do complain, they make literature out of it.

El gozo de ser comprendido no puede disfrutarlo quien quiere ser comprendido, porque eso sólo les sucede a los complejos y a los incomprendidos; y los demás, los sencillos, los que pueden ser comprendidos por los demás, ésos nunca sienten el deseo de ser comprendidos.

If there's any justice in the Gods' injustice, then may they let us keep our dreams, even when they're impossible, and may our dreams be happy, even when they're trivial.

When I put away my artifices and lovingly arrange in a corner all my toys, words, images and phrases, so dear to me I feel like kissing them, then I become so small and innocuous, so alone in a room so large and sad, so profoundly sad!

Whether or not they exist, we're slaves to the gods.

Only those who are unable to think what they feel obey grammatical rules.

And, along with all the other great unfortunates, I've always believed it better to think than to live.