Quotes from Fernando Pessoa

Patsai gyvenimas yra mirimas, nes n?ra n? dienos, kuri jo nedaryt? viena diena trumpesnio.

other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside ourself.

I begin because I don't have the strength to think; I finish because I don't have the courage to quit. This book is my cowardice.

All is nothing, and in the entrance hall to the Invisible, whose open door reveals merely a closed door beyond, all things dance, servants of the wind that stirs them without hands – all things, big and small, which for us and in us formed the perceptible system of the universe.

I accept injustice as I accept a stone not being round

Considero a vida uma estalagem onde tenho que me demorar até que chegue a diligência do abismo.

Es necesario cierto coraje intelectual para que un individuo reconozca valerosamente que no pasa de ser un harapo humano, aborto superviviente, loco todavía fuera de las fronteras de la internabilidad;

I was free from having to feel. It was in a certain sense home – the place, that is, where one doesn't feel.

Tenho uma grande tristeza Acrescentada à que sinto. Quero dizer-ma mas pesa O quanto comigo minto.

Que tens tu que te ligue à vida?

Only when night comes do I feel, if not happiness, at least some kind of repose which I experience as contentment

amar é cansar-se de estar só: uma cobardia.

Porque no vayáis a creer que escribo para publicar, ni para escribir, ni siquiera por hacer arte. Escribo porque ese es el fin, la perfección suprema, la perfección temperamentalmente ilógica [...] de mi cultivo de estados del alma.

Let the Gods change my dreams, but not my gift for dreaming. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (Penguin Classics, 2002)

Baste a quem basta o que lhe basta O bastante de lhe bastar! A vida é breve, a alma é vasta: Ter é tardar.

To live is to crochet according to a pattern we were given. But while doing it the mind is at liberty, and all enchanted princes can stroll in their parks between one and another plunge of the hooked ivory needle. Needlework of things … Intervals … Nothing …

Yo no sé si el mundo es triste o malo, ni siquiera me importa, porque el sufrimiento de los demás me resulta aburrido e indiferente. Siempre que no lloren o se lamenten, cosa que me irrita y molesta, su sufrimiento no me despierta ni un encogerme de hombros, tan profundamente me pesa mi desprecio por ellos.

I've witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all that I wanted to be.

How is it that I have advanced only to become what I already was? How could I know myself today when I did not yesterday?

I, who have eyes that are only for seeing, See an absence of meaning in all things.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all aims, objectives and intentions.

Considero mie, con maggiore consanguineità e intimità, talune figure che sono scritte nei libri, certe immagini che ho conosciuto nelle illustrazioni, più di molte persone che sono considerate reali, che sono fatte di quell'inutilità metafisica chiamata carne e ossa.

No solo quien nos odia o nos envidia nos limita y oprime; quien nos ama no menos nos limita.

don't insult myself by giving to dreams a value they do not have, apart from that of being my personal theatre, just as I do not call wine (from which I still do not abstain) 'food' or 'one of life's necessities'.