Fernando Pessoa Quotes
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Not pleasure, not glory, not power: freedom, only freedom.
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His livid face is a bewildered false green. I notice it, between the chest's hard air, with the fraternity of knowing I will also be so.
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Nature is the difference between the soul and God.
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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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There's a tiredness of abstract intelligence, and it's the most horrible of tirednesses. It doesn't weight on you like the tiredness of the body, nor does it worry you like the tiredness of knowledge and emotion. It's a weightiness of the conscience of the world, an inability of the soul to breathe.
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What's most worthless about dreams is that everybody has them.
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It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
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It was just a moment, and I saw myself. Then I no longer could say what I was.
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The perfect man of pagans was the perfection of the man there is; the perfect man of christians, the perfection of the man there isn't; the buddhists' perfect man, the perfection of not existing a man.
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I come closer to my desk as to a bulwark against life.
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Civilization consists in giving something an unfitting name, then dream about the result. And indeed the false name and the real dream create a new reality. The object really becomes another, because we turned it into another one. We manufacture realities.
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My head and the universe ache me.
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Fingir é conhecer-se.
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To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.
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Only sterility is noble and dignified. Only killing what never was is elevated and perverse and absurd.
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O amor é que é essencial.O sexo é só um acidente.
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Não tenho ambições nem desejosSer poeta não é uma ambição minhaÉ a minha maneira de estar sozinho.
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And let our despite go to those who work and fight and our hate to those who hope and trust.
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O poeta é um fingidor.Finge tão completamenteQue chega a fingir que é dorA dor que deveras sente.
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Being pleased with what they give you is proper of slaves. Asking for more is proper of children. Conquering more is proper of fools.
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Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.
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We become sphynxes, though fake, up to the point we no longer know who we are.
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I never meant to be but a dreamer.
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We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.