Fernando Pessoa Quotes
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It's been a long time since I've been me.
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They bring me faith like a closed package in someone else's plate. They want me to accept it so that I don't open it.
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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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If you cannot live alone, you were born a slave.
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You breathe better when you're rich.
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The train slows down, it's the Cais do Sodré. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.
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Given that we cannot know all the elements in a problem, we never can solve it.
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The superiority of the dreamer is that dreaming is much more practical than living, and that the dreamer extracts from life a much vaster and varied pleasure than the action man. In better and more direct words, the dreamer is the real action man.
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A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida.
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I will be what I want. But I will have to want what I'll be. Success is in having success, not conditions for success.
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Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.
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And as well as I dream, I reason if I want, for that's just another kind of dream.
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The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!
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My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.
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I don't write in Portuguese. I write myself.
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Then a overflowing desire comes to me, absurd, of a sort of satanism before Satan, in that one day ... an escape out of God can be found and the deepest of us stops, I don't know how, to be a part of being or not being.
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Since I wasn’t able to leave a succession of beautiful lies, I want to leave the smidgen of truth that the falsehood of everything lets us suppose we can tell.
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What is art but the denial of life?
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Oh Portugal, today you are fog... The Hour has come!
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We adore perfection because we can't have it; it would disgust us if we had it. Perfect is inhuman, because human is imperfect.
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I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.
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I exempt you of being present in my idea of you.
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Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.
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The end is low, like all quantitative ends, personal or not, and it can be attained and verified.