Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Classics; New Ed edition December 31, 2002) Originally published 1982.
Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way. ―… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not toa write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin. ― Fernando Pessoa
I’ve never aspired to be more than a dreamer. I paid no attention to those who spoke to me of living. I’ve always belonged to what isn’t where I am and to what I could never be. Whatever isn’t mine, no matter how base, has always had poetry for me. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
I CARRY inside my heart, As in a chest too full to shut, All the places where I have been, All the ports at which I have called, All the sights I’ve seen through windows and portholes And from quarterdecks, dreaming. And all of this, which is so much, is nothing next to what I… Continue reading 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