Fernando Pessoa Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
There's a thin sheet of glass between me and life. However clearly I see and understand life, I can't touch it.
I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.
My worthless self lives on at the bottom of every expression, like an indissoluble residue at the bottom of a glass from which only water was drunk.
Being a retired major looks like an ideal thing to me. What a pity you couldn't eternally have been just a retired major.
I am nothing.
I will never be anything.
I cannot wish to be anything.
Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.
I will never be anything.
I cannot wish to be anything.
Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.
This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.
Civilization consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result.
Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.
But if we remember that to say is to renew, we will have no trouble defining a spiral: it's a circle that rises without ever closing.
Since we can't extract beauty from life, let's at least try to extract beauty from not being able to extract beauty from life.
To possess something is to lose it. To feel something without possessing it is to keep it, because in that way one extracts its essence.
To give someone good advice is to show a complete lack of respect for that person's God given ability to make mistakes
No, we don't feel anything. We consciously pass through the door we have to enter, and the fact we have to enter it is enough to put us to sleep.
Money can't buy everything, but the personal magnetism that enables a man to make lots of money can, indeed, obtain most things.
It seemed to suggest various kinds: hardships, anxieties, and the suffering born of the indifference that comes from having already suffered a lot.
The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.
These pages are not my confession; they're my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept - our own selves - that we love.
It's like being intoxicated with inertia, drunk but with no enjoyment in the drinking or in the drunkenness.
All pleasure is a vice, for seeking pleasure is what everybody does in life, and the only dark vice is doing what everybody does.
The painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.
Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.
I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.
I will be what I want. But I will have to want what I'll be. Success is in having success, not conditions for success.
I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an ornamental thing.
The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.
My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?
I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.
I'd like to write the encomium of a new incoherence that could serve as the negative charter for the new anarchy of souls.
There's no sunset so lovely it couldn't be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn't bring a yet sounder sleep.
Children are particularly literary, for they say what they feel not what someone has taught them to feel.
All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.
I'm upset by the happiness of all these men who don't know they're unhappy. Because of that, though, I love them all. Dear vegetables!