Quotes About Soul

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.

I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can't be one in my body.

Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Attraversa ancora la mia anima Come una scia di fuoco nella notte. Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Il resto… Sì, il resto è solo una parvenza di vita.

No hay mayor tragedia que tener la misma intensidad, en una misma alma o en un hombre, del sentimiento intelectual y del sentimiento moral. Para que un hombre pueda ser distintiva y absolutamente moral, tiene que ser un poco estúpido. Para que un hombre pueda ser absolutamente intelectual, tiene que ser un poco inmoral. No sé qué juego o ironía de las cosas condena al hombre a la imposibilidad de que se dé esta dualidad tan grande.

But the horror that's destroying me today is less noble and more corrosive. It's a longing to be free of wanting to have thoughts, a desire to never have been anything, a conscious despair in every cell of my soul's body. It's the sudden feeling of being imprisoned in an infinite cell. Where can one think of fleeing, if the cell is everything?

Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal são lágrimas de Portugal. (…) Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena se a alma não é pequena. Quem quer passar além do Bojador tem que passar além da dor.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tambours I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

Futile and sensitive, I'm capable of violent and consuming impulses – both good and bad, noble and vile – but never of a sentiment that endures, never of an emotion that continues, entering into the substance of my soul. Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

The entire life of the human soul is mere motions in the shadows. We live in a twilight of consciousness, never in accord with whom we are or think we are. Everyone harbours some kind of vanity, and there's an error whose degree we can't determine. We're something that goes on during the show's intermission; sometimes, through certain doors, we catch a glimpse of what may be no more than scenery. The world is one big confusion, like voices in the night.

A nossa alma e o céu e a terra bastam-nos.     Querer mais é perder isto, e ser infeliz.

Güte ist das Feingefühl roher Seelen.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments with fiddle-strings & harps, drums & tambourines, I sound & clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a piece of wrapping paper, to remove like a heavy suit – next to the big bed – the involuntary effort of being.

And in the depths of my soul — the only reality of the moment — there is an intense, invisible pain, a sadness like the sound of someone weeping in a dark room.

Não sabíamos que a ordem nas ruas, nas estradas, nas pontes e nas esquadras tinha de ser comprada por tão alto preço - o da venda a retalho da alma portuguesa.

what I am aches in me.

By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it.By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no diference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things.

Sou místico, mas só com o corpo. A minha alma é simples e não pensa.

A minha alma está cansada da minha vida

Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena Se a alma não é pequena.

A alma humana é um manicómio de caricaturas.

Nós nunca nos realizamos. Somos dois abismos – um poço fitando o Céu.

My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments grind and play away inside of me, strings and harps, timbales and drums. I can only recognize myself as symphony.

A minha alma era a mesma de sempre, entre lençóis como entre gente, dolorosamente consciente do mundo.