“Beyond thought I reach a state. I refuse to divide it up into words - and what I cannot and do not want to express ends up being the most secret of my secrets. I know that I'm scared of the moments in which I don't use thought and that's a momentary state that is difficult to reach, and which,… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share
Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“It’s not a story that leads the reader to philosophical thoughts. And it’s not a philosophical treatise that needs a story to… — 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
“But now I want to say things that comfort me and that are a little free. For example: Thursdat is a day… — 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 it, to be human has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I sense that that unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization we long for. Am I speaking of death? no,… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share
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 together they are, there exists an interval of space, there exists a sensing between sensing—in the interstices of primordial matter there is the mysterious, fiery line that is the world’s breathing, and the world’s continual breathing… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share
“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 off: since inside is also a wooden surface, like a closed door. Function of the wardrobe: to keep drag and disguises hidden. Nature: that of the inviolability of things. Relation to people: we look at ourselves… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share
