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The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. In dreams I have achieved everything.
Want to Read saving…. E is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced.
Libro del desasosiego
This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. To have every opinion is to be a poet. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought Desasosieo was, I’ve always enjoyed ell my daydreams go down in defeat. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.
Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted. The Book of Disquiet Quotes Showing ;essoa 1, There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
I continuously feel that I desawosiego someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. My only real concern has been my inner life. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. I’ve written fernandl whose sound, read out loud or silently impossible to hide their soundcan only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul.
Want to Read Currently Reading Read. This isn’t the case with literature. I don’t know what to think or what I am.
The Book of Disquiet Quotes by Fernando Pessoa
What I’m attending here is a show with another set. And the show I’m attending is myself. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. pewsoa
What we love is the idea we have of someone. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. All I hear is the symphony. Thanks for telling us about the problem. To have no opinions is rl exist. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality – it’s all evaporating.
Travel is the traveler. Words were my only truth.
Libro Del Desasosiego by Fernando Pessoa (Hardcover)
A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love. Refresh and try again. I filled my hands with sand, called it fernado, and opened them up to let it slide through. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber.
That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts such as acting and dance entertain. What we see isn’t what we see but what we are.
No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. To know yourself badly is to think. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I was never convinced of what I believed in. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.
There are passages from my own writing that chill me with fright, so distinctly do I feel them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of my room, at night, in shadows I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached.