10 Quotes Tagged: pessoa

Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.

Pertenço a um gênero de portugueses
Que depois de estar a Índia descoberta
Ficaram sem trabalho. A morte é certa.
Tenho pensado nisto muitas vezes.

O meu sentimento é cinza
Da minha imaginação,
E eu deixo cair a cinza
No cinzeiro da Razão.

Where's your tambourine, O bear that just stands there?

Se te queres matar, porque não te queres matar?
Ah, aproveita! que eu, que tanto amo a morte e a vida,
Se ousasse matar-me, também me mataria...
Ah, se ousares, ousa!

Ao toque adormecido da morfina
Perco-me em transparências latejantes
E numa noite cheia de brilhantes,
Ergue-se a lua como a minha Sina.

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.

All letters of love are
Ridiculous.
They wouldn't be love letters if they were not
Ridiculous.

The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don't know where it will take me, because I don't know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I'm compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it's here that I meet others. But I'm neither impatient nor common. I leave who will to stay shut up in their rooms, sprawled out on beds where they sleeplessly wait, and I leave who will to chat in the parlours, from where their songs and voices conveniently drift out here to me. I'm sitting at the door, feasting my eyes and ears on the colours and sounds of the landscape, and I softly sing – for myself alone – wispy songs I compose while waiting.
Night will fall on us all and the coach will pull up. I enjoy the breeze I'm given and the soul I was given to enjoy it with, and I no longer question or seek. If what I write in the book of travellers can, when read by others at some future date, also entertain them on their journey, then fine. If they don't read it, or are not entertained, that's fine too