I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
These pages are not my confession; they’re my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
The poet is a pretender. / He pretends so completely, / that he even pretends that it is pain / the pain he really feels. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Walking on these streets, until the night falls, my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they’re full… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Nostalgia! I feel it even for someone who meant nothing to me, out of anxiety for the flight of time and a… — 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
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
When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams,… — 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
I feel closer ties and more intimate bonds with certain characters in books, with certain images I’ve seen in engravings, than with… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Your poems are of interest to mankind; your liver isn't. Drink till you write well and feel sick. Bless your poems and… — 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
Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Each of us is several, is many,is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the… — 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 Image
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 Image
Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“no nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed!” — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
