Fernando Pessoa Quotes

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Fernando Pessoa
“The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”
Fernando Pessoa

Alberto Caeiro
“Podem rezar latim sobre o meu caixão, se quiserem.
Se quiserem, podem dançar e cantar à roda dele.
Não tenho preferências para quando já não puder ter preferências.
O que for, quando for, é que será o que é.”
Alberto Caeiro

Fernando Pessoa
“«És o que falta a tudo. És o que a cada coisa falta para a podermos amar sempre.»”
Fernando Pessoa

فرناندو بيسوا
“ماذا سأكون بعد عشر سنوات من الآن، أو حتى خمس؟ يقول أصدقائي إنني سأكون واحداً من أعظم الشعراء المعاصرين -- يقولون هذا بناء على ما كتبته بالفعل، لا ما قد أكتبه . . . لكن حتى إن كان هذا صحيحاً، فليس لدي أدنى فكرة عما سيعنيه ذلك. ليس لدي أدنى فكرة كيف سيكون مذاقه. ربما للمجد مذاق الموت واللاجدوى، وللظفر رائحة العطن.
-- من رسالة إلى أمه، 1914، ص78-79”
فرناندو بيسوا, فرناندو بيسوا: رسائل ونصوص

Alberto Caeiro
“Sinto uma alegria enorme
Ao pensar que a minha morte não tem importância nenhuma.”
Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

Álvaro de Campos
“I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real — if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream — but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.”
Álvaro de Campos

Fernando Pessoa
“My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Fernando Pessoa
“12.
Se escrevo o que sinto é porque assim diminuo a febre de sentir. O que confesso não tem importância,
pois nada tem importância


Por: Bernado Soares
In: Livro do Desassossego”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Fernando Pessoa
“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.”
Fernando Pessoa, Uzaklıklar, Eski Denizler

Fernando Pessoa
“Toda a gente que eu conheço e que fala comigo
Nunca teve um ato ridículo, nunca sofreu enxovalho,
Nunca foi senão príncipe - todos eles príncipes - na vida...”
Fernando Pessoa

“Repudiei sempre que me compreendessem. Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.”
Bernardo Soares, Livro do Desassossego

Fernando Pessoa
“„Mi-am cucerit, puţin câte puţin, teritoriul interior care urma să fie al meu. Mi-am cerut, unul după altul, întinsurile de mlaştină în care nu mai rămăsese nimic din mine. Şi am scos la iveală fiinţa mea infinită, dar a trebuit să mă scot pe mine din mine cu forcepsul”. - Fernando Pessoa, "Cartea neliniştirii”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Fernando Pessoa
“It's been a long time since i've been me.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

Fernando Pessoa
“But there are times in our meditation – and they come to all who meditate – when everything is suddenly worn-out, old, seen and reseen, even though we have yet to see it. Because no matter how much we meditate on something, and through meditation transform it, whatever we transform it into can only be the substance of meditation. At a certain point we are overwhelmed by a yearning for life, by a desire to know without the intellect, to meditate with only our senses, to think in a tactile or sensory mode, from inside the object of our thought, as if it were a sponge and we were water.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Fernando Pessoa
“But our superiority is not the kind that many dreamers have imagined we have. The dreamer isn’t superior to the active man because dreaming is superior to reality. The dreamer’s superiority is due to the fact that dreaming is much more practical than living, and the dreamer gets far greater and more varied pleasure out of life than the man of action. In other and plainer words, the dreamer is the true man of action.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Ricardo Reis
“A vida passa e não fica, nada deixa e nunca regressa.”
Ricardo Reis, Odes

Fernando Pessoa
“لقد نصب السكون حيث اقيمت المدينة العتيقة
هنالك ينمو العشب حيث مامن ذاكرة تدوم
غبار نحن الذين نتناول الغذاء بصوت مسموع
التاريخ تمت روايته
فى البعيد يهمد وقع الحدوات وآخر اضواء الخان يختفى”
Fernando Pessoa

“Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935), a Portuguese poet, writer, and philosopher said, ‘The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regrets over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Jean Baudrillard
“If the body is no longer a site of otherness but of identification, then we have urgently to become reconciled with it, repair it, perfect it, turn it into an ideal object. Everyone treats their bodies the way men treat women in projective identification: they invest them as a fetish, making an autistic cult of them, subjecting them to a quasi-incestuous manipulation. And it is the body's resemblance to its model which becomes a source of eroticism and 'white' seduction -- in the sense that it effects a kind of white magic of identity, as opposed to the black magic of otherness.

This is how it is with body-building: you get into your body as you would into a suit of nerve and muscle. The body is not muscular, but muscled. It is the same with the brain and with social relations or exchanges: body-building, brainstorming, word-processing. Madonna is the ideal specimen of this, our muscled Immaculate Conception, our muscular angel who delivers us from the weaknesses of the body (pity the poor shade of Marilyn!).

The sheath of muscles is the equivalent of character armour. In the past, women merely wrapped themselves in their image and their finery -- Freud speaks of those people who live with a kind of inner mirror, in a fleshly, happy self-reference. That narcissistic ideal is past and gone; body-building has wiped it out and replaced it with a gymnastic Ego-Ideal -- cold, hard, stressed, artificial self-reference. The construction of a double, of a physical and mental identity shell. Thus, in `body simulation', where you can animate your body remotely at any moment, the phantasy of being present in more than one body becomes an operational reality. An extension of the human being. And not a metaphorical or poetic extension, as in Pessoa's heteronyms, but quite simply a technical one.”
Jean Baudrillard, The Perfect Crime

Álvaro de Campos
“Que grande vantagem o recordar intrasigentemente!
Agora tenho pena de nunca mais ter visto a outra rapariga
E tenho pena de nem sequer ter olhado para esta
(...)
Porque todas as recordações são a mesma recordação,
Tudo o que foi é a mesma morte,
Ontem, hoje, quem sabe se até amanhã?”
Álvaro de Campos

“Mas a exclusão, que me impus, dos fins e dos movimentos da vida; que procurei, do meu contacto com as coisas — levou-me precisamente àquilo q que eu procurava fugir. Eu não queria sentir a vida, nem tocar as coisas, sabendo, pela experiência do meu temperamento em contágio do mundo, que a sensação da vida era sempre dolorosa para mim. Mas ao evitar esse contacto, isolei-me, e, isolando-me, exacerbei a minha sensibilidade já excessiva. Se fosse possível cortar de todo o contacto com as coisas, bem iria à minha sensibilidade. Mas esse isolamento total não pode realizar-se. Por menos que eu faça, respiro; por menos que aja, movo-me. E, assim, conseguindo exacerbar e minha sensibilidade pelo isolamento, consegui que os factos mínimos, que antes mesmo a mim nada fariam, me ferissem como catástrofes. Errei o método de fuga. Fugi, por um rodeio incômodo, para o mesmo lugar onde estava, com o cansaço da viagem sobre o horror de viver ali.”
Bernardo Soares, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

Alexandre Alphonse
“Brutalidad de profesaurios, pecadillos de puñeteros pedagogos, como cuando insisten en comparar trabajo y calidad, como si un soneto de Lorca, cuento de Marcial Suárez, aforismo de Bernardo Soares o relato de media página de Kafka no valiese infinitamente más que cualquier novela suya de cuatrocientas páginas.”
Alexandre Alphonse, Dry Cicuta

Fernando Pessoa
“...dieser heilige Instinkt, der uns veranlasst, keine Theorien zu haben...”
Fernando Pessoa

Fernando Pessoa
“I might have flaws, live anxiously and sometimes be irritated but, I do not forget that my life if the World’s biggest company, and I can avoid it to bankrupt.
To be happy is to recognize that it is worth living, besides all challenges, incomprehension’s or crisis. To be happy is not to let ourselves beat by the problems, becoming an author of our own history.
To be happy is to cross deserts outrageously, but to still be able to find your own oasis in the deepest of your soul.
It is thanking God each morning for the miracle of life. To be happy is not to be afraid of your own feelings. To be happy is to speak about your personality. To be happy is to have the guts to hear a “NO”. Is to have the security hearing a critique, even that it is unfair.
And if I have rocks on my way, I shall keep them all.
Someday, I will build up my own castle…”
Fernando Pessoa

Fernando Pessoa
“Tudo se me tornou insuportável, exceto a vida”
Fernando Pessoa

Fernando Pessoa
“The only traveler with real soul I've ever met was an office boy who worked in a company where I was at one time employed. This young lad collected brochures on different cities, countries and travel companies; he had maps, some torn out of newspapers, others begged from one place or another; he cut out pictures of landscapes, engravings of exotic costumes, paintings of boats and ships from various journals and magazines. He would visit travel agencies on behalf of some real or hypothetical company, possibly the actual one in which he worked, and ask for brochures on Italy or India, brochures giving details of sailings between Portugal and Australia.

He was not only the greatest traveler I've ever known (because he was truest), he was also one of the happiest people I have had the good fortune to meet. I'm sorry not to know what has become of him, though, to be honest, I'm not really sorry, I only feel that I should be. I'm not really sorry because today, ten or more years on from that brief period in which i knew him, he must be a grown man, stolidly, reliably fulfilling his duties, married perhaps, someone's breadwinner - in other words, one of the living dead. By now he may even have traveled in his body, he who knew so well how to travel in his soul.

A sudden memory assails me: he knew exactly which trains one had to catch to ho from Paris to Bucharest; which trains one took to cross England; and in his garbled pronunciation of the strange names hung the bright certainty of the greatness of his soul. Now he probably lives like a dead man, but perhaps one day, when he's old, he'll remember that to dream of Bordeaux is not only better, but truer, than actually to arrive in Bordeaux”
Fernando Pessoa

Fernando Pessoa
“To be a pessimist is to see everything tragically, an attitude that's both excessive and uncomfortable. While it's true that we ascribe no value to the work we produce and that we produce it to keep busy, we're not like the prisoner who busily weaves straw to forget about his fate; we're like the girl who embroiders pillows for no other reason than to keep busy.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

Fernando Pessoa
“I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don't know where it will take me, because I don't know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I'm compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it's here that I meet others.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

Charlotte Eriksson
“I never told you about the trip to Portugal 3 years ago when I read Fernando Pessoa at 1 a.m. outside a small family-run restaurant by the harbour. If I close my eyes I can still smell the salt water and the fish, some sort of cleaning powder scent from the kitchen, can still feel the heat, a soft wind and me sitting with wide open eyes on my own at 1 a.m. writing what I thought was profound and excellent. I felt like a writer then. I was not a girlfriend or a daughter or a songwriter who never got signed—I was a writer in the truest sense and I lived in my own flames.”
Charlotte Eriksson, He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss

Fernando Pessoa
“I had a certain talent for friendship, but I never had any friends, either because they never appeared, or because the friendship I had imagined was a mistake made by my dreams. I always lived an isolated life, which became more and more isolated the more I came to know myself.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

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