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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If a man can only write well when drunk, I'll tell him: get drunk. And if he tells me that his liver suffers with it, I'll answer: what's your liver? It's a dead thing that lives as long as you live, and the poems you'll write will live without a as long as.
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I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.
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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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To act is to rest.
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Ah, poder ser tu, sendo eu!Ter a tua alegre inconsciência,E a consciência disso!
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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 life is as if you've hit me with it.
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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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To travel? In order to travel it's enough to be. ... Why travel? In Madrid, in Berlin, in Persia, in China, at the Poles both, where would I be but in myself, and in the sort and kind of my sensations?Life is what we make of it. Travels are travellers. What we see is not what we see but what we are.
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When I write, I solemnly visit myself.
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Having touched Christ's feet is not an excuse for punctuation mistakes.
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All beginnings are involuntary.
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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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At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.
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Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.
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We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
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Sailing is necessary, living is not necessary.
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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.