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| 8ff2ffe | Were we as we should be, We wouldn't need any illusions . . . | Fernando Pessoa | ||
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| b2b63f4 | And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a piece of wrapping paper, to remove like a heavy suit - next to the big bed - the involuntary effort of being. | despair | Fernando Pessoa | |
| e6798b3 | I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| fb69adc | Anything and everything, depending on how one sees it, is a marvel or a hindrance, an all or a nothing, a path or a problem. To see something in constantly new ways is to renew and multiply it. That is why the contemplative person, without ever leaving his village, will nevertheless have the whole universe at his disposal. There's infinity in a cell or a desert. One can sleep cosmically against a rock. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 9d51bb8 | To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarate, and the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning it into a slumber. The other arts make no such retreat - some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 5e5cf78 | Chove. Que fiz eu da vida? Fiz o que ela fez de mim... | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e4529d9 | Toda a gente que eu conheco e que fala comigo | poema | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 2faaf0d | Permanezcamos asi eternamente, como la estampa de un hombre en un vitral frente a la de una mujer en otro vitral....Entre nosotros, sombras cuyos pasos suenan frios, son de la humanidad que pasa....Murmullos de plegarias, secretos de (....) pasaran entre nosotros.....A veces el aire se puebla de (.....) de inciensos. Y nosotros siempre en los mismos vitrales, en los colores que el sol nos dara al tocarnos, en las lineas impuestas por la noc.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 9383079 | But do my words ring in anyone else's soul? Does anyone hear them besides me? | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 70bf846 | Nao sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Nao posso querer ser nada. A parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| d71a6dd | The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define. | the-book-of-disquiet | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 7d6b64e | Let us not be deceived by hope, because it betrays, or by love, because it grows weary, or by life, because it satiates but does not sate, or even by death, because it brings more than you want and less than you expect. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 4b3f0ee | A avea cat sa mananci si sa bei,unde sa locuiesti si putin timp liber ca sa poti sa visezi,sa scrii sau sa dormi,oare ce as putea sa le cer mai mult Zeilor,sau sa sper din partea Destinului? | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| f41db36 | Those who really suffer don't form groups, don't go around in a gang. Those who suffer suffer alone. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 52eb1df | Tanto tenho vivido sem ter vivido! Tanto tenho pensado sem ter pensado! Pesam sobre mim mundos de violencias paradas, de aventuras tidas sem movimento. Estou farto do que nunca tive nem terei, tediento de deuses por existir. Trago comigo as feridas de todas as batalhas que evitei... Em mim o que ha de primordial e o habito e o jeito de sonhar. | hopelessness portuguese portuguese-literature | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 0e1d9c2 | Para, meu coracao! Nao penses! Deixa o pensar na cabeca! O meu Deus, meu Deus, meu Deus! Hoje ja nao faco anos. Duro. Somam-se-me dias. Serei velho quando o for. Mais nada. | Álvaro-de-campos | Fernando Pessoa | |
| b2d04c3 | O mar salgado, quanto do teu sal sao lagrimas de Portugal. (...) Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena se a alma nao e pequena. Quem quer passar alem do Bojador tem que passar alem da dor. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 9636856 | Heine said that every great tragedy was followed by a general blowing of noses. As a Jew, he saw all too clearly the universal nature of humanity. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| cace98d | Dios me creo para que yo lo imitara de noche. El es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es futil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, margenes de rio, pantanos y sombras. | god moon diablo sol dios sun luna | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 09aa5f7 | My whole life has been a battle lost on the map. Cowardice didn't even make it to the battlefield, where perhaps it would have dissipated; it haunted the chief of staff in his office, all alone with his certainty of defeat. He didn't dare implement his battle plan, since it was sure to be imperfect, and he didn't dare perfect it (though it could never be truly perfect), since his conviction that it would never be perfect killed all his desi.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 1bc8a6d | By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it.By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no diference between me and these | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 4c681ed | That's why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8ddadfe | Nothing irks me more than the vocabulary of social responsibility. The very word 'duty' is unpleasant to me, like an unwanted guest. But the terms 'civic duty', 'solidarity', 'humanitarianism' and others of the same ilk disgust me like rubbish dumped out of a window right on top of me. I'm offended by the implicit assumption that these expressions pertain to me, that I should find them worthwhile and even meaningful. I recently saw in a toy.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 423c0c3 | All effort is pointless, but it passes the time. Reasoning is sterile, but amusing. Loving is tedious, but possibly preferable to not loving. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 6fb1275 | To understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate something until we've understood it. Solitude devastates me; company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can d.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8da6746 | Suddenly I'm all alone in the world. I see all this from the summit of a mental rooftop. I'm alone in the world. To see is to be distant. To see clearly is to halt. To analyze is to be foreign. No one who passes by touches me. Around me there is only air. I'm so isolated I can feel the distance between me and my suit. I'm a child in a nightshirt carrying a dimly lit candle and traversing a huge empty house. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 11dfe20 | Niciodata nu iubim pe cineva. Iubim doar ideea pe care ne-o facem despre acel cineva. E un concept care ne apartine si, de fapt, pe noi insine ne iubim. E un adevar valabil in toate etapele iubirii. In cazul iubirii sexuale ne cautam propria noastra placere prin intermediul unui corp strain. In iubirea diferita de cea sexuala ne cautam placerea prin intermediul ideii create de noi. Onanismul este abject, dar, la drept vorbind, el ramane exp.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 77ada5a | I'd like to run away, to flee from what I know, from what is mine, from what I love. I want to set off, not for some impossible Indies or for the great islands that lie far to the south of all other lands, but for anywhere, be it village or desert, that has the virtue of not being here. What I want is not to see these faces, this daily round of days. I want a rest from, to be other than, my habitual pretending. I want to feel the approach o.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 6a845fe | I think my Mama and Savannah must be special people in the Lord's eyes, as they have gone about doing generous and loving things without even a second thought. For me, it seems like the only thing that comes natural is aggravation and hard word | women | Nancy E. Turner | |
| 04b71c6 | Was he he handsome?" she asked with a sly smirk. "Very. He is still, I think." | beelzebub cunning wicked hideous-beauty devil evil | Nancy E. Turner | |
| ac4b754 | We attended church Sunday as a family, and it was an even balance as to who was harder to keep still, the four Elliot children or Captain Elliot himself. Jack kept up a stream of secretive winks at me in a most suggestive fashion, which made me blush despite the fact that I desperately tried to maintain my composure. Two year old Suzanne squirmed in my lap but was still for him, so he bounced her quietly on his knee. The boys, true to their.. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| bcfdf7b | I thought I was leading them, but the truth was, I was just following them, holding up a lantern. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 33f7df6 | It is a hard thing to let your children near danger, and yet, I remember my Papa teaching me to fire a rifle before I could even hold it with my own strength. And if he hadn't trusted me to be careful, I would have never had faith in myself to do it. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| c58c408 | hard work is still peace compared to what can worry a person on the inside. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 99fdc23 | We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it's as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some little chore. I can't tell if he is secretly blaming me, or himself, or just too full of pain to talk. That was the one thing we could always do together. I wish for the old days. I wish for the struggling days and the days of Geronimo, and the days of birthing Cha.. | loneliness marriage depression death sadness life | Nancy E. Turner | |
| 8eeb234 | The rules were simple: trust no one, be ever watchful and if trouble came hit first and hit hard. It had worked for him so far. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 745816c | Acho que o Santo Graal e um sonho que os homens tem, um sonho de que e possivel tornar o mundo perfeito. Se ele existisse, todos nos teriamos sabido que o sonho nao pode se transformar em realidade. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 4cf91b6 | You're the son of a king,' I told him, 'and one day you might be a king yourself. Life and death will be your gifts, so learn how to give them, boy. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| f05ba19 | It was an unsettling thought, that somehow we were sliding back into the smoky dark and that never again would man make something so perfect as this small building. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5babae6 | You're not a Christian, are you?" "No." "You should consider it. We may not offer too many earthly delights, but our lives after death are certainly worth having." -- | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| c7b53cc | Os guerreiros defendem o lar, defendem as criancas, defendem as mulheres, defendem a colheita e matam os inimigos que vem roubar essas coisas. Sem guerreiros a terra seria um lugar devastado, desolado e repleto de lamentos. No entanto, a verdadeira recompensa de um guerreiro nao e a prata e o ouro que ele pode ganhar nos bracos, e sim a reputacao, e e por isso que existem poetas. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 488f3e2 | The priests are like Offa," I said. "They want us to be their dogs, well schooled, grateful and obedient, and why? So they can get rich. They tell you pride is a sin? You're a man! It's like telling you breathing is a sin, and once they've made you feel guilty for daring to breathe, they'll give you absolution in return for a handful of silver." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9560d4d | E fiquei olhando para aquela costa, sabendo que o destino iria me trazer de volta, e toquei o punho de Bafo de Serpente, porque a espada tambem tinha um destino e eu sabia que ela voltaria a este local. Este era um local para minha espada cantar. | Bernard Cornwell |