Quotes from Fernando Pessoa

To live is to be other. Even feeling is impossible if one feels today what one felt yesterday, for that is not to feel, it is only to remember today what one felt yesterday, to be the living corpse of yesterday's lost life.

Some have a great dream in life that they never accomplish. Others have no dream, and likewise never accomplish it.

Kam përshtypjen se jetoj, në ktë atdhe të patrajtë të quejtun univers, ndën një tirani politike që, edhe pse nuk më shtyp drejtpërsdrejti, gjithsesi ofendon ndojfarë principi okult të shpirtit tem. Dhe atëbotë zbret mbi mue, shurdhëtisht, nostalgjia e parakohshme, nostalgjia e mërgimit të pamundun.

Art consists in making others feel what we feel, in freeing them from themselves, by offering them our own personality as a liberation.

Em jogo estaria a seguinte tese: pode um homem, psicológica e espiritualmente, viver de um modo completamente autossuficiente, sem precisar de mais ninguém?

We are hollow inside and out, pariahs of anticipation and promise.

No, we don't feel anything. We consciously pass through the door we have to enter, and the fact we have to enter it is enough to put us to sleep.

Ideea de a c?l?tori m? îngreÅ£oÅŸeaz?. Am v?zut tot ceea ce niciodat? nu v?zusem. Am v?zut deja tot ceea ce înc? nu am v?zut.

Ebrio de errores, me pierdo a veces por sentirme vivir.

What elaborate misconceptions form other people's understanding of us!

Whenever I've tried to free my life from a set of the circumstances that continually oppress it, I've been instantly surrounded by other circumstances of the same order, as if the inscrutable web of creation were irrevocably at odds with me. I yank from my neck a hand that was choking me, and I see that my own hand is tied to a noose that fell around my neck when I freed it from the stranger's hand. When I gingerly remove the noose, it's with my own hands that I nearly strangle myself.

Como atividade cientifica, virtual que seja, procura conhecer; como atividade artística, procura sentir

They went by like rubbish in a river, in the river of life ...

They all have, like me, their future in the past.

Everything we do, in art and life, is the imperfect copy of what we intended.

Desterrad el error infantil de preguntar el sentido de las cosas o de las palabras. Nada tiene sentido.

It would be interesting to be two kings at the same time: not the one soul of them both, but two distinct, kingly souls.

Civilization consists in giving an inappropriate name to something and then dreaming what results from that. And in fact the false name and the true dream do create a new reality. The object really does become other, because we have made it so.

espejos fantásticos que se deforman en reflexiones

The perfect man, for the pagans, was the perfection of the man that exists; for Christians, the perfection of the man that does not exist; and for Buddhists, the perfection of no man existing.

Whenever my ambition, influenced by my dreams, raised up above the everyday level of my life, so that for a moment I seemed to soar, like a child on a swing, I always – like the child – had to come down to the public garden and face my defeat, with no flags to wave in battle and no sword I was strong enough to unsheath.

Disdain everything, but in such a way that your disdain doesn't disturb you. Don't think you're superior because you disdain. This is the key to the art of noble disdain.

Del amor sólo he exigido que nunca dejase de ser un sueño lejano.

Uno lee para saber, inútilmente. Otro se divierte para vivir, inútilmente.