Top 100 Pessoa Fernando Quotes
#1. As adults our life is reduced to giving alms to others and receiving them in return. We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence.
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#2. 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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#4. Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.
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#5. We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with our notions of the known.
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#6. I loathe the happiness of all these people who don't know they're unhappy.
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#7. Where is God, even if he doesn't exist? I want to pray and to weep, to repent of crimes I didn't commit, to enjoy the feeling of forgiveness like a caress that's more than maternal.
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#8. For any spirit of scientific bent, seeing more in something that is actually there is actually to see less. What you add in substance, you take away in spirit.
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#9. I am nothing.
I'll never be anything.
I couldn't want to be something.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
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#10. - I have an anguished, painful need to speak with you.
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#11. 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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#12. To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all
it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.
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#15. Were we as we should be,
We wouldn't need any illusions ...
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#16. The sea with an end can be Greek or Roman:
the endless sea is Portuguese
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#18. The poet is a faker / Who's so good at his act / He even fakes the pain / Of pain he feels in fact.
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#19. In this calm and stupid life,
I never know how I should act.
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#20. I reread? A lie! I don't dare reread. I can't reread. What good would it do me to reread? The person in the writing is someone else. I no longer understand a thing ...
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#21. I'm sure that all this, I mean other people's attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling.
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#22. I am the nothingness around which this movement spins, the only reason it spins, not that the center exists except in the fact that all circles have a center. I, really I, am the well without walls, but with the sliminess of its walls, the center of everything with the nothingness around it.
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#24. And I have the others in me. Even when I'm far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I'm all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.
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#25. I'm so cold, so weary in my abandonment. Go and find my Mother, O Wind.
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#27. I placidly wait for what I don't know-
My future and the future of everything.
In the end there will only be silence except
Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.
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#28. All letters of love are
Ridiculous.
They wouldn't be love letters if they were not
Ridiculous.
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#29. It seemed to suggest various kinds: hardships, anxieties, and the suffering born of the indifference that comes from having already suffered a lot.
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#30. To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.
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#32. I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.
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#33. There are those that even God exploits, and they are prophets and saints in the vacuousness of the world.
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#34. Having touched Christ's feet is not an excuse for punctuation mistakes.
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#36. He must be a grown man, stolid, reliably fulfilling his duties, married perhaps, someone's breadwinner - in other words, one of the living dead.
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#37. In me all affections take place on the surface, but sincerely. I've always been an actor, and in earnest. Whenever I've loved, I've pretended to love, pretending it even to myself.
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#38. I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.
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#39. To narrate is to create, for living is just being lived.
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#40. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry.
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#41. Pg.9 In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.
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#42. I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
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#43. Independently of me the grass grows, the rain falls on the grass that grows, and the sun shines on the patch of grass that grew or will grow; the hills have been there for ages, and the wind blows in the same way as when Homer heard it, even if he didn't exist.
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#44. I have all the conditions for happiness, save happiness. The conditions are detached from one another.
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#45. The startling reality of things is my discovery every single day.
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#46. Let's not even touch life with the tips of our fingers.
Let's not even know the love in our minds.
May we never know the feel of a women's kiss, not even in our dreams.
Pessoa, Fernando
#47. I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.
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#48. Only one thing surprises me more than the stupidity with which most men live their lives and that is the intellegence inherent in that stupidity. [ ... ] The wise man makes his life monotonous, for then even the tiniest accident becomes imbued with great significance.
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#49. There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitude of an out-of-the-way station, I wait interminably for the next third-class train.
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#50. Inch by inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with. Bit by bit I reclaimed the swamp in which I'd languished. I gave birth to my infinite being, but I had to wrench myself out of me with forceps.
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#51. Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of a great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind.
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#52. Better and happier those who, recognizing that everything is fictitious, write the novel before someone writes it for them and, like Machiavelli, don courtly garments to write in secret.
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#53. I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it's not me.
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#54. Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.
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#55. A cup of coffee, a cigarette, the penetrating aroma of its smoke, myself sitting in a shadowy room with eyes half-closed...I want no more from life than my dreams and this...It doesn't seem much? I don't know. What do I know about what is little and what is a lot?
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#56. A boat would seem to be an object whose one purpose is to travel, but its real purpose is not to travel but to reach harbour. We found ourselves on the high seas, with no idea of which port we should be aiming for.
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#57. I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.
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#58. Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does change into something else, because we make it change. We manufacture realities.
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#59. These pages are not my confession; they're my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.
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#60. I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything.
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#61. We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept - our own selves - that we love.
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#62. Your poems are of interest to mankind; your liver isn't. Drink till you write well and feel sick. Bless your poems and be damned to you.
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#63. The divine fact of existing shouldn't be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting.
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#64. I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die.
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#65. 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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#66. I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.
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#67. 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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#68. I try to shed what I've learned,
I try to forget the way I was taught to remember
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#69. We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
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#70. Thought can be lofty without being elegant, but to the extent it lacks elegance it will have less effect on others. Force without finesse is mere mass.
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#71. These of us who have risen highest merely have a deeper awareness of how uncertain and empty everything is.
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#72. Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.
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#74. In modern life the world belongs to the stupid, the insensitive and the disturbed. The right to live and triumph is today earned with the same qualifications one requires to be interned in a madhouse: amorality, hypomania and an incapacity for thought.
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#76. What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. From, The Book of Disquiet
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#77. Freedom would mean rest, artistic achievement, the intellectual fulfilment of my being.
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#78. Yet my sadness is a comfort For it is natural and right And is what should fill the soul Whenever it thinks it exists
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#79. Before my unfeeling eyes, the repressed bitterness of my whole life peels off the suit of natural joy it wears in the prolonged randomness of every day. I realize that I'm always sad, however happy or content I may often feel. And the part of me that realizes this stands a little behind me ...
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#80. I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
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#81. To act - that is true wisdom. I can be what I want to be, but I have to want whatever it is. Success consists in being successful, not in having the potential for success.
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#82. Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.
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#84. Tiny concerns as well as large worries distract us from ourselves, hindering the peace of mind we all aspire to, whether we know it or not.
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#85. But if the Dream Kings were mine, what would I have to dream about? If I possessed the impossible landscapes, what would remain of the impossible?
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#86. To have opinions is to sell out to youself. To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.
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#87. I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.
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#88. The only thing I've loved is nothing at all. The only thing I've desired is what I couldn't even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.
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#89. 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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#90. My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments grind and play away inside of me, strings and harps, timbales and drums. I can only recognize myself as symphony.
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#91. But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?
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#92. Does dreaming of princesses serve a better purpose than dreaming of the front door to the office?
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#93. My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning.
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#94. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.
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#96. In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.
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#98. My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?
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#99. Dusk shrouds the long and useless day.
Even the hope it denied us crumbles
To nothing ... Life is a drunken beggar
Holding out his hand to his own shadow.
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