“If our life were an eternal standing by the window, if we could remain there forever, like hovering smoke, with the same… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“I lived inscrutable hours, a succession of disconnected moments, in my night-time walk to the lonely shore of the sea. All the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“In these considerations there may be an entire philosophy for someone with the strength to draw conclusions. It won’t be me. Lucid… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments with fiddle-strings & harps, drums & tambourines, I sound & clash… — 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
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
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
“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
“Two people say ‘I love you’ or mutually think it and feel it, and each has in mind a different idea, a… — 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
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
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
“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
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
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
“All of life’s unpleasant experiences – when we make fools of ourselves, act thoughtlessly, or lapse in our observance of some virtue… — 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
“I suppose I'm what they call a decadent, one whose spirit is outwardly defined by those sad glimmers of artificial eccentricity that… — 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
“There are times when everything wearies us, including what we would normally find restful. Wearisome things weary us by definition, restful things… — 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
“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
