I look at my past life as at a field lit up by the sun when it breaks through the clouds, and I note with metaphysical astonishment how my most deliberate acts, my clearest ideas, and my most logical intentions were after all no more than congenital drunkenness, inherent madness, and huge ignorance. I didn’t… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. 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. In dreams I have achieved everything. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Classics; New Ed edition December 31, 2002) Originally published 1982.

If our life were an eternal standing by the window, if we could remain there forever, like hovering smoke, with the same moment of twilight forever painting the curve of the hills… If we could remain that way for beyond for ever! If at least on this side of the impossible we could thus continue,… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa