Fernando Pessoa Quotes
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My God, my God, who am I attending to? How many am I? Who is me? What is this interval between me and me?
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I'm upset by the happiness of all these men who don't know they're unhappy. ... Because of that, though, I love them all. Dear vegetables!
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Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nadaTeu exagera ou exclui.Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto ésNo mínimo que fazes.Assim em cada lago a lua todaBrilha, porque alta vive.
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Tedium is the lack of a mithology. To whom has no beliefs, even doubt is impossible, even skepticism has no strength to suspect.
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We never love someone. We just love the idea we have of someone. It's a concept of ours - summing up, ourselves - that we love.
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The slope takes you to the windmill, but effort takes you nowhere.
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A metafísica é uma consequência de estar mal disposto.
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All problems are unsolvable. The essence of the existence of a problem is that there is no solution. Looking for a fact means there is no fact. To think is not to know how to be.
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I sleep and I unsleep. On the other side of me, beyond where I lie down, the silence of the house touches infinity. I hear time falling, drop by drop, and no falling drop is heard falling.
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The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.
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In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
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Ah, poder ser tu, sendo eu!Ter a tua alegre inconsciência,E a consciência disso!
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To act is to rest.
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Nunca amamos ninguém. Amamos, tão-somente, a ideia que fazemos de alguém. É a um conceito nosso – em suma, é a nós mesmos – que amamos.
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All beginnings are involuntary.
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We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
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Here lies, on the small farthest beach,the Captain of the End.
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I belong to a generation - assuming that this generation includes others besides me - that lost its faith in the gods of the old religions as well as in the gods of modern nonreligions. I reject Jehova as I reject humanity.
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My joy is as painful as my pain.
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Pity him who lives at homeHappy with his life,Without a dream, a flexing of wings,To make him relinquishEven the warmest ember of his hearth!Pity him who is happy!He lives because life lasts.Nothing within him whispersMore than the primeval law:That life leads to the grave.
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Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.
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Nature is the difference between the soul and God.
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Who wants to go beyond the Bojador Must go beyond pain.
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If you cannot live alone, you were born a slave.