Fernando Pessoa
Death is a bend in the road, / To die is to slip out of view. — Fernando Pessoa, “23 May 1932,” A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe. (Penguin Classics, April 4, 2006)
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Fernando Pessoa
I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky – Seen, nothing in it to see. – Fernando Pessoa, “I Know, I Alone,” Selected Poems. (Grove Press April… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Isabel Aguiar Barcelos
One never returns to the same place / therefore, when the child left the marigold field behind / he looked back several times. — Isabel Aguiar Barcelos, “One never returns to the same place,” trans. Ana Hudson, Nunca se Regressa ao Mesmo Lugar (Quasi Editions, 2003)
Fernando Pessoa
A gladness in the air feels almost too cool against the skin. The day is ending not in grey but in pale blue. A hazy blue is even reflecting off the stones of the street. It hurts to live, but the pain is remote. Feeling doesn’t matter. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
Agostinho da Silva
I am not interested in being original. I am interested in being true. ― Agostinho da Silva
Fernando Pessoa
The heart, if it could think it would stop beating. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002)
Fernando Pessoa
The human soul is an abyss. ― Fernando Pessoa
