أحيانًا، ثمة نشوة جمالية كبيرة بأن ندع عاطفة ما تمر، من دون أن نتكلّم عنها، على الرغم من أن مرورها يتطلب الكلمات. - Fernando Pessoa

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world's existence. All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create a raw landscape within us, a sun eternally setting on what we are.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

I'm sure that all this, I mean other people's attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling.