In the very corner of my soul there is an altar to a different god. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“But do my words ring in anyone else’s soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?” — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
To have defined and sure opinions, fixed and known instincts, passions and character - all that is the horror of turning our… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Every spoken word double-crosses us. The written word is the only tolerable form of communication, as it isn't a stone in a… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I never had anyone I could call “Master”. No Christ died for me. No Buddha showed me the right path. In the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Everyone has his vanity, and each one's vanity is his forgetting that there are others with an equal soul. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
To kill our dream life would be to kill ourselves, to mutilate our soul. Dreaming is the one thing we have that's… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I walk along a street and see in the faces of the passersby not the expression they really have but the expression… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
There's no greater tragedy than an equal intensity, in the same soul or the same man, of the intellectual sentiment and the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
There's a tiredness of abstract inteligence, and it's the most horrible of tirednesses. It doesn't weight on you like the tiredness of… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
And I, who timidly hate life, fear death with fascination. I fear this nothingness that could be something else, and I fear… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we never… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
My hapless peers with their lofty dreams--how I envy and despise them! I'm with the others, the even more hapless, who have… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I am the escaped one, After I was born They locked me up inside me But I left. My soul seeks me,… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments grind and play away inside of me, strings and… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I'm something that I used to be. I'm never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don't know… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“I'd like to write the encomium of a new incoherence that could serve as the negative charter for the new anarchy of… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Tomorrow I too - this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself - yes, tomorrow I too will be… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing,… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“If only, I feel now, if only I could be someone able to see all this as if he had no other relation with… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
What's given, in fact, always depends on the person or thing it's given to. A minor incident in the street brings the cook to… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“no nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed!” — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“The feelings that hurt most, the motions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“I try to say what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea So… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“To associate is to die. Only my consciousness of myself is real for me; other people are hazy phenomena in this consciousness, and it… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“When it comes to dreams, I’m no different from the errand boy and the seamstress. The only thing that distinguishes me from them is… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. Collective thought is stupid because it’s collective. Nothing passes… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
God gave the sea the danger and the abyss, but it was in it that He mirrored the sky. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
“Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share
