Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I'm no more than a comma in life. I who am a colon. Thou, thou art my exclamation.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Danger is what makes life precious. Death is the constant danger of life.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“My old life was necessary to me because it was precisely its error that made me take up imagining a hope that,… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Now I understand what a trial is. Trial: it means that life is trying me. But trial: means that I too am… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces. That room that was deserted and for that reason… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Give me your anonymous hand, for life is giving me pain and I don't know how to go on talking - reality… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I find it hard to believe that I shall die. Because I'm bubbling in cold freshness. My life will be very long… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“We shall be inhuman - as humankind's greatest conquest. To be is to be beyond the human. To be a human being… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I am finding myself: it's deadly because only death concludes me. But I bear it until the end. I'll tell you a… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Oh, don't pull your hand away from me, I've promised myself that maybe by the end of this impossible narrative I shall… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I'm going to start my exercise in courage, living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“It isn't for us that cows' milk comes forth, but we drink it. Flowers weren't made for us to look at or… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“What would a person say to himself in the madness of sincerity? But it would be salvation. Thought the terror of sincerity… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Life just is for me, and I don’t understand what I’m saying. And so I adore it. ——————” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I now knew that I would never be equal to life myself, but that my life was equal to life. I… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“When living comes to pass, one wonders: but was that it? And the answer is: that is not only it, that is… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I am going to create what happened to me. Only because living isn't tellable. Living isn't livable. I shall have to create… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“My life had been as continuous as death. Life is so continuous that we divide it into stages and call one of… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“And none of this necessarily has any bearing on the issue of the existence or non-existence of a God. What I'm saying… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“An eye looked over my life. I probably called that eye sometimes "truth", sometimes morality, sometimes human law, sometimes "God", sometimes "myself".… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I find it hard to believe that I shall die. Because I'm bubbling in cold freshness. My life will be very long because each… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“We shall be inhuman - as humankind's greatest conquest. To be is to be beyond the human. To be a human being doesn't do… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Between two musical notes there exists another note, between two facts there exists another fact, between two grains of sand, no matter how close… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“It isn't for us that cows' milk comes forth, but we drink it. Flowers weren't made for us to look at or for us… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I see that the wardrobe looks penetrable because it has a door. But when I open it, I see that penetration has been put… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
