When one of my Japanese teacups is broken, I imagine that the real cause was not the careless hand of a maid… — 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
Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me. — 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
Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me! — 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
