Quotes About Existence

In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

Quanto mais eu sinta, quanto mais eu sinta como várias pessoas, Quanto mais personalidade eu tiver, Quanto mais intensamente, estridentemente as tiver, Quanto mais simultaneamente sentir com todas elas, Quanto mais unificadamente diverso, dispersadamente atento, Estiver, sentir, viver, for, Mais possuirei a existência total do universo, Mais completo serei pelo espaço inteiro fora

Mas se Deus é as flores e as árvores E os montes e sol e o luar, Então acredito nele, Então acredito nele a toda a hora, E a minha vida é toda uma oração e uma missa, E uma comunhão com os olhos e pelos ouvidos.   Mas

Independently of me the grass grows, the rain falls on the grass that grows, and the sun shines on the patch of grass that grew or will grow; the hills have been there for ages, and the wind blows in the same way as when Homer heard it, even if he didn't exist.

I shall die as I have lived, surrounded by bric-a-brac, sold by weight among the postscripts added to lost things.

Fernando Pessoa

Whirls and whirlpools in the fluid futility of life!

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.

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

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

Para viajar basta existir

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.

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.

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

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

Everything is absurd.

This is my morality, or metaphysics, or me: passer-by of everything, even of my own soul, I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing – just an abstract centre of impersonal sensations, a fallen sentient mirror reflecting the world's diversity. I don't know if I'm happy this way. Nor do I care.

My sorrow that makes me Love all that's indefinite … — Fernando Pessoa, from "[A piano on my street …]," A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems , ed. & transl. Richard Zenith (Penguin Classics, 2006)

Que mãos estenderei para que universo? O universo não é meu: sou eu.

Children, who want at all costs to have their way, are closest to God, for they want to exist.

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?"   "Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E

I always thought of metaphysics as a prolonged form of latent madness.

To live is to be other. It's not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel – it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

Every part of me is a vague nostalgia neither for the past nor for the future: the whole of me is a nostalgia for the anonymous, prolix, unfathomable present.