Fernando Pessoa
The heart, if it could think it would stop beating. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002) Advertisements
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Fernando Pessoa
The human soul is an abyss. ― Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa
I hear the wind blow, and I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the wind blow. — Fernando Pessoa, from “Discontinuous Poems,” trans. Edouard Roditi, Poetry (October 1955)
Fernando Pessoa
“I fashion thoughts from my memory of how she is when she talks to me, And in each thought she’s a variation on her likeness. To love is to think. And from thinking of her so much, I almost forget to feel. I don’t really know what I want, even from her, and she’s all… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa
When will this inner night—the universe—end And I—my soul—have my day? When will I wake up from being awake? I don’t know. The sun shines on high And cannot be looked at. The stars coldly blink And cannot be counted. The heart beats aloofly And cannot be heard. When will this drama without theater —Or… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pesso
What matters is that nothing matter Anymore…Whether Fate Hangs over us or quietly and obscurely Lurks in the distance Is all the same… — Fernando Pessoa, from “Some Random Verses,” A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 2006)
Fernando Pessoa
Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m sleeping while awake, standing by the window, leaning against it as against everything. I search in myself for the sensations I feel before these falling threads of darkly luminous water that stand out… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
