“I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air - I write because I so deeply want to speak.” — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“As long as I have questions and no answers I’ll keep on writing. How do you start at the beginning, if things… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“This is a record of woman’s entire life, written over a woman’s entire life. As such, it seems to be the first… — 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'm afraid to write. It's so dangerous. Anyone who's tried, knows. The danger of stirring up hidden things - and the world… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I read what I'd written and thought once again: from what violent chasms is my most intimate intimacy nourished, why does it… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“I write very simple and very naked. That's why it wounds. I'm a grey and blue landscape. I rise in a dry… — 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
