Fernando Pessoa Quotes
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To write is to forget. Literature is the pleasantest way of ignoring life.
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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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We become sphynxes, though fake, up to the point we no longer know who we are.
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Everything is absurd.
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Every gesture is a revolutionary act.
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All beginnings are involuntary.
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Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.
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Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.
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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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I never meant to be but a dreamer.
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Our problem isn't that we're individualists. It's that our individualism is static rather than dynamic. We value what we think rather than what we do. We forget that we haven't done, or been, what we thought; that the first function of life is action, just as the first property of things is motion.
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If I had written King Lear, I would regret it all my life afterwards. Because that work is so big, that its defects show as huge, its monstrous defects, things even minimal in between some scenes and their possible perfection. It's not the sun with spots; it's a broken greek statue.
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Repudiei sempre que me compreendessem. Ser compreendido é prostituir-se. Prefiro ser tomado a sério como o que não sou, ignorado humanamente, com decência e naturalidade.
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I'm all those things, even though I don't want to, in the confuse depth of my fatal sensibility.
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I never cared about whatever tragic event happened in China. It's faraway decoration, even if in blood and plague.
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There is no safe standard to tell man from animals.
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A tedium that includes only the anticipation of more tedium; the regret, now, of tomorrow regretting having regretted today.
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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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Art consists in making others feel what we feel.
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Inside the henhouse from where he will be taken to be killed, the cock sings hymns to liberty because he was given two perches.
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Art lies because it's social.
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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.
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In today's life, the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. The right to live and triumph is now conquered almost by the same means by which you conquer internment in an asylum: the inability to think, amorality and hiperexcitation.
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Não sou nada.Nunca serei nada.Não posso querer ser nada.À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.