Why did we become blind, I don't know, perhaps one day we'll find out, Do you want me to tell you what… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters. — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see. — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“...perhaps he thought that when the blind people could no longer see the images, the images should not be able to see… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“We are born, and at that moment, it is as if we had signed a pact for the rest of our life, but a… — José Saramago Copy Share
It takes little or nothing to undo reputations, the merest trifle makes and remakes them, it is simply a question of finding the best… — Jose Saramago Copy Share
With the passage of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the color of… — Jose Saramago Copy Share
“E se as histórias para crianças passassem a ser de leitura obrigatória para os adultos? Seriam eles capazes de aprender realmente o que há… — José Saramago Copy Share
“the inmates of the second ward in the right wing have decided, at long last, to bury their dead, at least we shall be… — José Saramago Copy Share
“Stretching one arm behind him, the man passed his hand over the horse's coat, his own skin transformed, or skin which had transformed into… — José Saramago Copy Share
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless… — Jose Saramago Copy Share
anyone who gets up early by inclination or has been forced to rise early out of necessity finds it intolerable that others should go… — Jose Saramago Copy Share
Society has to change, but the political powers we have at the moment are not enough to effect this change. The whole democratic system… — Jose Saramago Copy Share
“... aborrece os odores nocturnos, aquelas expansões do corpo a que nem poetas escapam".” — José Saramago Copy Share
