The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“What did I know about whatever it was that others obviously saw in me? how would I know if I went around… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions.… — 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
“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
For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I… — 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
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
“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
