At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss. ― Paulo Coelho
Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer. — Clarice Lispector, from “The Gift,” Selected Crônicas. (New Directions, November 17, 1996)
I want shade, I want shade and anonymity. — Clarice Lispector, from “The Departure,” The Complete Stories. (New Directions; Reprint edition, July 31, 2015)
I am the one listening to the whistling in the dark. I who am sick with the human condition. — Clarice Lispector, Água Viva/The Stream of Life. Translated by Elizabeth Lowe. (University of Minnesota Press; 1st edition June 28, 1989) Originally published 1973.
That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. ― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. (Harper Perennial; Tra edition May 23, 2006) Originally published 1994.
Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats. — João Guimarães Rosa, Tutaméia (Terceiras Estórias) Nova Fronteira; 8 edition (2009). Originally published January 1st 1976.
What faded wasn’t poetry. – Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “In Search of Poetry,” Multitudinous Heart: Selected Poems. Translated by Richard Zenith. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; Bilingual ed. edition June 23, 2015)