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She kept going: why put it off? Yes, why put it off? she asked herself. And her question was solid, demanding a serious answer.
— Clarice Lispector
but the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction.
— Clarice Lispector
The greatness of every human being.
— Clarice Lispector
For one has the right to shout.So, I am shouting. — Clarice Lispector
I am only true when I'm alone.
— Clarice Lispector
Once in a while, groundless melancholy would darken my face, a dull and incomprehensible nostalgia for times never experienced would invade me.
— Clarice Lispector
I'm no more than a comma in life. I who am a colon. Thou, thou art my exclamation.
— Clarice Lispector
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
— Clarice Lispector
I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it.
— Thomas Harris
As for music, where does it go? The only concrete thing in music is the instrument.
— Clarice Lispector
She felt the phrase "demand her rights" had lain inside her forever, waiting.
— Clarice Lispector
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage
— Clarice Lispector
There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
— Clarice Lispector
I am not an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is a moist fog.
— Clarice Lispector
Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.
— Clarice Lispector
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?— Clarice Lispector
Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?
— Clarice Lispector
Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what.
— Clarice Lispector
Perhaps love is to give one's own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer.from "The Gift — Clarice Lispector
It is curious that I can't say who I am. That is to say, I know it all too well, but I can't say it.
— Clarice Lispector
How do I explain that my greatest fear is precisely in relation to ... to being?" (5)
— Clarice Lispector
I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.
— Clarice Lispector
It is instead just the grace of a common person turning suddenly real because he is common and human and recoignizable.
— Clarice Lispector
Where does music go when it's not playing? - she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.
— Clarice Lispector
I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort
— Clarice Lispector
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
— Clarice Lispector
Never suffer because you don't have an opinion on this or that topic. Never suffer because you are not something or because you are.
— Clarice Lispector
And it's inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.
— Clarice Lispector
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.
— Clarice Lispector
Whoever wishes may accompany me: the road is long, it's painful but it's lived.
— Clarice Lispector
Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
— Thomas Harris
Don't forget that for now it's strawberry season
— Clarice Lispector
Gratitude's got a short half-life, Clarice.
— Thomas Harris
I write as if to save somebody's life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.
— Clarice Lispector
The doctor simply refused to take pity. And added: when you don't know what to eat make a nice Italian spaghetti.
— Clarice Lispector
Every idea that occurred to him, because he became familiar with it in seconds, came with the fear of having stolen it.
— Clarice Lispector
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
— Clarice Lispector
Facts and particulars annoy me.
— Clarice Lispector
Danger is what makes life precious. Death is the constant danger of life.
— Clarice Lispector
I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
— Clarice Lispector
Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
— Clarice Lispector
But I've never known what to do with people and the things I like, sometimes they weigh me down, ever since I was a girl.
— Clarice Lispector
- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand. — Clarice Lispector
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.
— Clarice Lispector
I say 'Mom, how come you don't change into an evening gown for dinner?' She says 'I do, it's called a bath robe. [ ... ]
— Lauren Child
But what can I do if you are not touched by my defects, whereas I loved yours. My candour was crushed underfoot by you.
— Clarice Lispector
Its form doesn't matter: no form manages to circumscribe and alter it. Mirror is light. A tiny piece of mirror is always the whole mirror.
— Clarice Lispector
I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.
— Clarice Lispector
Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.
— Clarice Lispector
To eat communion bread will be to taste the world's indifference, and to immerse myself in nothingness.
— Clarice Lispector
I'm so frightened that I shall be able to accept the notion that I have lost myself only if I imagine that someone is holding my hand.
— Clarice Lispector
My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.
— Clarice Lispector
Meanwhile the clouds are white & the sky is all blue. Why so much God? Why not a little for men.
— Clarice Lispector
I, who called love my hope for love.
— Clarice Lispector
Haven't you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?
— Thomas Harris
As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.
— Clarice Lispector
I write to save someone's life, probably my own
— Clarice Lispector
What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.
— Clarice Lispector
Life really just barely escapes me though the certainty comes to me that life is other and has a hidden style
— Clarice Lispector
I write very simple and very naked. That's why it wounds. I'm a grey and blue landscape. I rise in a dry fountain and in the cold light.
— Clarice Lispector
I certainly know about the oppression and prejudices of being black and a woman and from the South.
— Clarice Taylor
In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
— Clarice Lispector
The terrible duty is that of going all the way to the end. And without relying on anyone. To live oneself.
— Clarice Lispector
I cannot stand repetition: routine divides me from potential novelties within my reach.
— Clarice Lispector
But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.
— Clarice Lispector
I don't know what my secret is. Tell me about yours, teach me about the secret of each one of us.
— Clarice Lispector
I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I've always forgotten.
— Clarice Lispector
You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
— Clarice Lispector
I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.
— Clarice Lispector
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
— Clarice Lispector
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
— Clarice Lispector
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
— Clarice Lispector
She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.
— Clarice Lispector
I know that what I am feeling is serious and has the power to destroy me.
— Clarice Lispector
When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths.
— Clarice Lispector
Saying meaningless words is my great freedom.
— Clarice Lispector
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
— Clarice Lispector
And they have a display of bananas, which are not bananas but called plantains and are more like a potato pretending to be a banana.
— Lauren Child
What I have to say is superfluous for anyone who often feels the pangs of hunger
— Clarice Lispector
Living leaves me atremble.
— Clarice Lispector
God belongs to those who manage to get him. God appears when you're distracted.
— Clarice Lispector
Inside her it was as if death didn't exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.
— Clarice Lispector
Passed (it strikes me that this God was extremely merciful to her: He gave her what He took away).
— Clarice Lispector
The docks went to the heart of her life.
— Clarice Lispector
If the girl knew that my own joy also comes from my deepest sadness and that sadness was a failed joy.
— Clarice Lispector
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
— Clarice Lispector
I am well aware that each day is a day stolen from death. I am not
— Clarice Lispector
I work only with lost and founds.
— Clarice Lispector
My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it.
— Clarice Lispector
Meanwhile, the clouds are white and the sky is blue. Why is there so much God? At the expense of men.
— Clarice Lispector
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
— Clarice Lispector
Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
— Clarice Lispector
Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart.
— Clarice Lispector
