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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 923834f | And now I'm sleepy, because I think - I don't know why - that the meaning of it all is to sleep. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 1fbf035 | We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| ec79ae1 | The circumstances of his life were marked by that strange but rather common phenomenon - perhaps, in fact, it's true for all lives - of being tailored to the image and likeness of his instincts, which tended towards inertia and withdrawal. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e7b8807 | An anxiety for being me, forever trapped in myself, floods my whole being without finding a way out, shaping me into tenderness, fear, sorrow and desolation. An inexplicable surfeit of absurd grief, a sorrow so lonely, so bereft, so metaphysically mine... | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| fa1b17a | Baste a quem baste o que lhe basta O bastante de lhe bastar! A vida e breve, a alma e vasta: Ter e tardar. | livro mensagem o-das-quinas poema | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 943781a | 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. | the-book-of-disquiet | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 38bdd7f | A sensitive and honest-minded man, if he's concerned about evil and injustice in the world, will naturally begin his campaign against them by eliminating them at their nearest source: his own person. This task will take his entire life. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 0092870 | 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. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8386d08 | And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 778544c | 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. | dynamic identity individualism motion philosophy self static | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 897a27b | At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| c4b3990 | All our abstract intelligence is good for is constructing systems, or semi-systematic ideas, which for animals is a simple matter of lying in the sun. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 45eb83c | I'm curious about everyone, hungry for everything, greedy for all ideas. My awareness that not everything can be seen, not everything read and not everything thought torments me like the loss of ..... But I don't see with fixed attention, I don't read with great care, and I don't think with continuity. I'm an ardent and inconsequential dilettante in everything. My soul is too weak to sustain the force of its own enthusiasm. Made out of ruin.. | futility | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 3a18a8e | Morreu Fernando Pessoa. Mal acabei de ler a noticia no jornal, fechei a porta do consultorio e meti-me pelos montes a cabo. Fui chorar com os pinheiros e com as fragas a morte do nosso maior poeta de hoje, que Portugal viu passar num caixao para a eternidade sem ao menos perguntar quem era. | poesía | Miguel Torga | |
| 76e210a | Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a bookkeeper forever, and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. In the future I'll be living quietly in a little house somewhere, enjoying a peaceful existence not writing the book I'm not writing now and, so as to continue not doing so, I will use different excuses to the ones I use now to avoid actually confr.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| a7874b3 | How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| d509fe6 | But the horror that's destroying me today is less noble and more corrosive. It's a longing to be free of wanting to have thoughts, a desire to never have been anything, a conscious despair in every cell of my soul's body. It's the sudden feeling of being imprisoned in an infinite cell. Where can one think of fleeing, if the cell is everything? | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 41f2d47 | Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeicao deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me ate de dar comeco. Mas distraio-me e faco. O que consigo e um produto, em mim, nao de uma aplicacao de vontade, mas de uma cedencia dela. Comeco porque nao tenho forca para pensar; acabo porque nao tenho alma para suspender. Este livro e a minha cobardia. | inner-self life solitude | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 0ba321b | There are inner sufferings so subtle and so diffuse that we can't tell whether they belong to the body or the soul, whether they're an anxiety that comes from our feeling that life is futile or an indisposition originating in some organic abyss such as the stomach, liver or brain. How often my normal self-awareness becomes turbid with the stirred dregs of an anguished stagnation! How often it hurts me to exist, with a nausea so indefinite I.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 3a59481 | I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can't be one in my body. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8ed6dd4 | My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning. | fernando-pessoa the-book-of-disquiet | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 9c12d98 | Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it is nothing and wants nothing. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| b442549 | a reformer is a man who sees the world's superficial ills and sets out to cure them by aggravating the more basic ills. | happy-camping happy-playgrounds | Fernando Pessoa | |
| dfa2df7 | As with every aspect of our sanctification, the renewal of the mind may be painful and difficult. It requires hard work and discipline, inspired by a sacrificial love for Christ and a burning desire to build up His body, the Church. Developing a Christian worldview means submitting our entire self to God, in an act of devotion and service to Him. | Nancy Pearcey | ||
| 409372a | indeed, with the Radletts, you never could tell. Why, for instance, would Victoria bellow like a bull and half kill Jassy whenever Jassy said, in a certain tone of voice, pointing her finger with a certain look, "Fancy?" I think they hardly knew why, themselves." | humor nonsense | Nancy Mitford | |
| b88f11f | No wonder Mama went away in her head when Clover passed on. And then Papa. I am going to visit my Mama tomorrow and tell her I am sorry for everything I ever did that caused her sorrow or worry, and for ever wishing, during those days, that she would come back. She probably wanted to stay there. It's a wonder she came back at all. If I knew how to make myself go away in my head, I declare I would. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 7915ac0 | It is an awful thing to look on such sad circumstance and not be able to shed a tear. It is not because I do not feel for these folks, but maybe I feel too much. Part of me is glad, in a low down, mean way, that it is not Albert's or Mama's graves we are digging. Glad that it is some soldiers I don't know and neighbors and friends but not family. Lord, I must be the cussedest woman there is to think that. Finally, I felt so guilty for think.. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 695c932 | In the Banda Islands, ten pounds of nutmeg cost less than one English penny. In London, that same spice sold for more than PS2.10s. - a mark-up of a staggering 60,000 per cent. A small sackful was enough to set a man up for life, buying him a gabled dwelling in Holborn and a servant to attend to his needs | Giles Milton | ||
| 6ab6f51 | I was screaming and hitting at him, but he thought it all so very funny, and he draped me belly down on the saddle in front of him and then he spurred into the chaos to continue the killing. And that was how I met Ragnar, Ragnar the Fearless, my brother's killer, and the man whose head was supposed to grace a pole on Bebbanburg's ramparts, Earl Ragnar. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6615d26 | These word-stringers make nothing, grow nothing, kill no enemies, catch no fish, and raise no cattle. They just take silver in exchange for words, which are free anyway. It is a clever trick, but in truth they are about as much use as priests. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 0d17ce7 | We are almost men, not quite warriors, and on some fateful day we meet an enemy for the first time and we hear the chants of battle, the threatening clash of blades on shields, and we begin to learn that the poets are wrong and that the proud songs lie. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 71376f4 | This isn't just a war over land, it's a war about God. And Alfred...is Christ's servant... | war | Bernard Cornwell | |
| b0d55fd | Mas quando voce tem ordem, voce nao precisa dos Deuses. Quando tudo esta bem ordenado e disciplinado, nada e inesperado. Se voce entende tudo, nao resta espaco para a magia. So quando esta perdido, apavorado e no escuro e que voce chama os Deuses, e eles gostam de ser chamados. Isso os torna poderosos, e e por isso que gostam de que vivamos no caos. | magia ordem | Bernard Cornwell | |
| ec66232 | You do like them thin, don't you?" Pyrlig said, amused. "Now I like them meaty as well-fed heifers! Give me a nice dark Briton with hips like a pair of ale barrels and I'm a happy priest. Poor Hild. Thin as a ray of sunlight, she is, but I pity a Dane who crosses her path today." | nun | Bernard Cornwell | |
| b65b0d6 | I put my hands over Saint Cuthbert's fingers and I could feel the big ruby ring under my own fingers, and I gave the jewel a twitch just to see whether the stone was loose and would come free, but it seemed well fixed in its setting. "I swear to be your man," I said to the corpse, "and to serve you faithfully." I tried to shift the ring again, but the dead fingers were stiff and the ruby did not move." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5ff89f3 | History is not just a tale of men's making, but is a thing tied to the land. We call a hill by the name of a hero who died there, or name a river after a princess who fled beside its banks, and when the old names vanish, the stories go with them and the new names carry no reminder of the past. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 4b795b6 | It will never end. Till the world ends in the chaos of Ragnarok, we will fight for our women, for our land, and for our homes. Some Christians speak of peace, of the evil of war, and who does not want peace? But then some crazed warrior comes screaming his god's filthy name into your face and his only ambitions are to kill you, to rape your wife, to enslave your daughters, and take your home, and so you must fight. | chaos christians daughters end enslave evil face fight god home kill must name peace ragnarok rape take war warrior wife world | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 7d9bb58 | I swear to be your man," I said, looking into his pale eyes, "until your family is safe." He hesitated. I had given him the oath, but I had qualified it. I had let him know that I would not remain his man for ever, but he accepted my terms. He should have kissed me on both cheeks, but that would have disturbed AEthelflaed and so he raised my right hand and kissed the knuckles, then kissed the crucifix. "Thank you," he said. The truth, of co.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 2a35479 | He wanted to improve the world, while I did not believe and never have believed that we can improve the world, just merely survive as it slides into chaos. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3d28437 | And next morning, as my stepmother wept on the ramparts of the High Gate, and under a blue, clean sky, we rode to war. Two hundred and fifty men went south, following our banner of the wolf's head. That was in the year 867, and it was the first time I ever went to war. And I have never ceased. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 24479b2 | It's better to make the wrong choice," my father had continued, "than to make no choice at all." | choice father make wrong | Bernard Cornwell | |
| eb17f57 | Christians like to dream of the perfect world, a place where there is no fighting, where sword-blades are hammered into plowshares, and where the lion, whatever that is, sleeps with the lamb. It is a dream. There has always been war and there will always be war. So long as one man wants another man's wife, or another man's land, or another man's cattle, or another man's silver, so long will there be war. And so long as one priest preaches t.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 49ef9ab | An army, I learned in time, needs a head. It needs one man to lead it, but give an army two leaders and you halve its strength. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b575c2e | I had learned to hide my soul, or perhaps I was confused. Northumbrian or Dane? Which was I? What did I want to be? | Bernard Cornwell |