Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul… — 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
