Quotes About Self

To realize I don't remember myself means that I've woken up.

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.

Ik heb nooit meer van het leven verlangd dan dat dat niets van mij zou eisen.

Fernando Pessoa

You've never heard the wind blow. The wind only speaks of the wind. What you heard was a lie, And the lie is in you.

Ever since I was a child, the intrinsic futility of all forms of action has been a cherished touchstone for my detachment from everything, including me.

To be published = the socialization of the self. What a base necessity!

Note that the art of dreaming is not the art of directing our dreams. To direct is to act. The true dreamer surrenders to himself, is possessed by himself.

Each of us is two, and when two people meet, come into contact or join together, it's rare that the four of them can agree. If the man who dreams in the man who acts is so frequently at odds with him, how can he help but be at odds with the man who acts and the man who dreams in the Other?

No other writer ever achieved such a direct transference of self to paper. The Book of Disquiet is the world's strangest photograph, made out of words, the only material capable of capturing the recesses of the soul it exposes. Richard Zenith, 2001 NOTES

Abdicate from life in order not to abdicate from yourself.

soy del tamaño de lo que veo y no del tamaño de mi estatura»

Because I am nothing, I can imagine myself to be anything. If I were somebody, I wouldn't be able to. An assistant bookkeeper can imagine himself to be a Roman emperor; the King of England can't do that, because the King of England has lost the ability in his dreams to be any other king than the one he is. His reality does not allow him to exist.

If I was reincarnated, it was without myself, without my I.

Ä°ki kiÅŸiyim ben - ikisi de ortalar?ndaki mesafeyi koruyor, aralar?nda hiçbir baÄŸ olmayan Siyam ikizleri bunlar.

What's in all this besides myself? Ah, but that, and that alone, is tedium. In all of this – the sky, the earth, the world – there is nothing at all but me!

To possess is to be possessed, and therefore to lose oneself.

Only what we dream is what we truly are, because all the rest, all that has been realized, belongs to the world and to everyone.

Not even I know if this I that I'm disclosing to you, in these meandering pages, actually exists or is but a fictitious, aesthetic concept I've made of myself.

No soy nada. Nunca seré nada. No puedo querer ser nada. Aparté de esto, tengo en mí todos los sueños del mundo.

I want to be exactly like what I wanted to be and am not.

We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.

Que fiz eu da vida? Fiz o que ela fez de mim...

life real. As all of us know, even when we don't know what we're doing, life is absolutely unreal in its directly real form; the country, the city and our ideas are all absolutely fictitious things, the offspring of our complex sensation of our own selves. Impressions are incommunicable unless we make them literary.