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Tudo o mais e uma grande macada para quem esta presente por acaso. E a sociedade em que nascemos e o lugar onde mais por acaso estamos presentes.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Isto esta tudo decadente: ja nem decadentes ha.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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En mi corazon hay una paz de angustia, y mi sosiego esta hecho de resignacion.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I try to shed what I've learned, I try to forget the way I was taught to remember
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Poses kai poses maskes Pano apo to prosopo tes psukhes phorame... Otan gi' asteio e psukhe te maska thelesei na bgalei Arage xerei oti etsi aphenei To prosopo gumno na phanei; E maska e pragmatike, den niothei tipota kato ap' te maska Alla koitazei mes ap' aute me matia krummena.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I've shaped my life, almost without thinking about it, but I did it with so much instinctive art that even to myself I've become a not entirely clear and definite individual.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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To possess something is to lose it. To feel something without possessing it is to keep it, because in that way one extracts its essence.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I'm certain, but my certainty is a lie. To be certain is to not be seeing. The day after tomorrow doesn't exist. This is what exists: A blue sky that's a bit hazy and some white clouds on the horizon, With a dark smudge underneath, as if they might turn black. This is what today is, And since for the time being today is everything, this is everything. I might be dead--who knows?--the day after tomorrow, In which case the storm th..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant,
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Zetesa toso liga ap' te zoe, alla akoma ki auta ta liga e zoe mou ta arnetheke. Ena upoleimma apo ena kommati eliou, lige upaithro, lige esukhia ki ena kommati psomi, na me me barainei polu e gnose oti uparkho, na men ekho kamia apaitese apo tous allous oute ki autoi apo mena. Akoma ki auto mou to arnethekan, opos autos pou arneitai na dosei eleemosune okhi giati tou leipei e kalosune, alla giati barietai na xekoumposei to palto tou.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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What does a river know about this and what does a tree know? And I, who am no more than those, what do I know? Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them, I laugh like how a brook sounds cool on a stone.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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By day I am nothing, by night I am I.
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life
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Fernando Pessoa |
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on the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.
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the-inn-of-reason
happy-playgrounds
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Fernando Pessoa |
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All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me. It's all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It's just unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurls
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Fernando Pessoa |
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My lack of initiative was the root cause of all my troubles - of my inability to want something before having thought about it, of my inability to commit myself, of my inability to decide in the only way one can decide: by deciding, not by thinking. I'm like Buridan's donkey, dying at the mathematical midpoint between the water of emotion and the hay of action; if I didn't think, I might still die, but it wouldn't be from thirst or hunger.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I had come from wondrous lands, from landscapes more enchanting than life, but only to myself did I ever mention these lands, and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones, but my heart was far away, even if it beat close by, false master of an estranged and exiled body.
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imagination
estrangement
exile
stranger
visions
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Se te queres matar, porque nao te queres matar? Ah, aproveita! que eu, que tanto amo a morte e a vida,
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se-te-queres-matar
suicídio
poesía
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Fernando Pessoa |
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O meu misticismo e nao querer saber. E viver e nao pensar nisso.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I believe in the world as in a daisy, Because I see it. But I don't think about it, Because to think is to not understand. The world wasn't made for us to think about it (To think is to have eyes that aren't well) But to look at it and to be in agreement.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Poios tha m' ekane n' akouso kapoiou ten anthropine phone Pou tha omologouse okhi mian amartia, alla mian atimia Pou tha diegiotan okhi mia biaie praxe, alla mia deile! Okhi, oloi einai to Idaniko, na, tous akouo kai mou miloun. Uparkhei kaneis s' auto ton kosmo na mou omologesei Pos esto mia phora etan kakos; O prigkipes, adelphia mou, Blakes, eimai mpoukhtismenos apo emitheous! Pou ekhei anthropous s' auton ton kosmo; Delade ego eimai o ..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Para realizar um sonho e preciso esquece-lo, distrair dele a atencao. Por isso realizar e nao realizar.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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No-one loves another More than he loves whatever
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love
mistakes
vanity
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Mestre, meu mestre querido! Coracao do meu corpo intelectual e inteiro! Vida da origem da minha inspiracao! Mestre, que e feito de ti nesta forma de vida? Nao cuidaste se morrerias, se viverias, nem de ti nem de nada, Alma abstrata e visual ate aos ossos, Atencao maravilhosa ao mundo exterior sempre multiplo, Refugio das saudades de todos os deuses antigos, Espirito humano da terra materna, Flor acima do diluvio da inteligencia subjetiva.....
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.
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written-word
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Fernando Pessoa |
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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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Fernando Pessoa |
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No hay mayor tragedia que tener la misma intensidad, en una misma alma o en un hombre, del sentimiento intelectual y del sentimiento moral. Para que un hombre pueda ser distintiva y absolutamente moral, tiene que ser un poco estupido. Para que un hombre pueda ser absolutamente intelectual, tiene que ser un poco inmoral. No se que juego o ironia de las cosas condena al hombre a la imposibilidad de que se de esta dualidad tan grande.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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VII From my village I see as much of the universe as can be seen from the earth, And so my village is as large as any town, For I am the size of what I see And not the size of my height . . . In the cities life is smaller Than here in my house on top of this hill. The big buildings of cities lock up the view, They hide the horizon, pulling our gaze far away from the open sky. They make us small, for they take away all the vastnes..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I don't know how many souls I have. I've changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I've never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is. Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself jo..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Beyond the bend in the road There may be a well, and there may be a castle, And there may be just more road. I don't know and don't ask. As long as I'm on the road that's before the bend I look only at the road before the bend, Because the road before the bend is all I can see. It would do me no good to look anywhere else Or at what I can't see. Let's pay attention only to where we are. There's only enough beauty in being here and not somew..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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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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reality
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Para ser grande, se inteiro: nada Teu exagera ou exclui. Se todo em cada coisa. Poe quanto es No minimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda Brilha, porque alta vive. To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Let's act like sphinxes, however falsely, until we reach the point of no longer knowing who we are. For we are, in fact, false sphinxes, with no idea of what we are in reality. The only way to be in agreement with life is to disagree with ourselves. Absurdity is divine.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Is it that my habit of placing myself in the souls of other people makes me see myself as others see or would see me if they noticed my presence there? It is. And once I've perceived what they would feel about me if they knew me, it is as if they were feeling and expressing it at that very moment. It is a torture to me to live with other people. Then there are those who live inside me. Even when removed from life, I'm forced to live with th..
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people
souls
self
torture
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The true danger of romanticism is that the principles through which it rules itself are of such nature that everybody can invoke them to grant themselves the category of artist. Taking the anxiety of an unreachable happiness, the angst of unrealized dreams, the indifference towards action and life, as the defining criteria of genius or talent, immediately facilitates everyone who feels or has felt that same anxiety, suffers that same angst ..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I have to choose what I detest - either dreaming, which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I'm beginning to know myself. I don't exist. I'm the space between what I'd like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Si la liberacion no esta dentro de mi, no esta, para mi, en ninguna parte.
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poets
poetry
freedom
self-esteem
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Fernando Pessoa |
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A Arte e, com efeito, o aperfeicoamento subjectivo da vida.
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filosofia
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The divine fact of existing shouldn't be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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ntZrtk s`tyn s'ntZrk sntyn hl ntZr b`d!
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I'm astounded whenever I finish something. Astounded and distressed. My perfectionist instinct should inhibit me from finishing; it should inhibit me from even beginning. But I get distracted and start doing something. What I achieve is not the product of an act of my will but of my will's surrender. I begin because I don't have the strength to think; I finish because I don't have the courage to quit. This book is my cowardice.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Toda a compreensao e imperfeita porque, quanto mais se expande, em maiores fronteiras confina com o incompreensivel que a cerca.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Queen, goodbye forever! Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clay I'll never be well if I don't get to bed I never was well unless I was stretched out across the universe.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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All of life's unpleasant experiences - when we make fools of ourselves, act thoughtlessly, or lapse in our observance of some virtue - should be regarded as mere external accidents which can't affect the substance of our soul. We should see them as toothaches or calluses of life, as things that bother us but remain outside us (even though they're ours), or that only our organic existence need consider and our vital functions worry about. Wh..
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