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I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options.
The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. And the show I’m pssoa is myself.
I was never convinced of what I believed in. In dreams I have achieved everything. This isn’t the case with literature. Travel is the traveler. There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. To have no opinions is to exist. Refresh and try again.
Libro del desasosiego
All I hear is the symphony. I don’t know what to think or what I am. Return to Book Page. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life.
It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. To be understood is to prostitute oneself.
The Book of Disquiet Quotes Showing of 1, What we love is the idea we have of someone. A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and desasosjego, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love.
Just a few acquaintances pesoa imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on feernando rainy day. A poem deassosiego the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.
I’ve written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently impossible to hide their soundcan only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul.
Even the sun discourages and depresses me. What I’m attending here is a show with another set. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.
My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality – it’s all evaporating. There are passages from my own writing that chill me with fright, so distinctly do I feenando them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of my room, at night, in shadows I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.
The Book of Disquiet Quotes by Fernando Pessoa
When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
Desasoslego for telling us about the problem. There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women. What we see isn’t what we see but what we are. Want to Read saving….
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Just fetnando moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake.
To have every pesxoa is to be a poet. My only real concern has been my inner life. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts such as acting and dance entertain.
Perfection is inhuman, because pesska is imperfect. To know yourself badly is to think. Words were my only truth. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally.