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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

The word is my fourth dimension. — Clarice Lispector

but the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction. — Clarice Lispector

I understand a hen, perfectly. I mean, the intimate life of a hen, I know how it is. — 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

She felt the phrase "demand her rights" had lain inside her forever, waiting. — 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

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

Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human? — 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

I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers. — Clarice Lispector

As for music, where does it go? The only concrete thing in music is the instrument. — Clarice Lispector

Danger is what makes life precious. Death is the constant danger of life. — 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?
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I'm no more than a comma in life. I who am a colon. Thou, thou art my exclamation. — 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 always give names to things — Clarice Lispector

I don't want to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense. Not I: I want an invented truth. — Clarice Lispector

Could it be that the person who sees most, feels and suffers most? — Clarice Lispector

She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed — Clarice Lispector

The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul. — Clarice Lispector

Above all, she went on thinking, she understands life because she is not sufficiently intelligent not to understand it. — Clarice Lispector

Don't forget that for now it's strawberry season — Clarice Lispector

Truth is always an inexplicable inner contact. Truth is unrecognizable. So it doesn't exist? No, For men it doesn't exist. — Clarice Lispector

What an effort I make to be myself. I struggle against a tide in a boat with just enough room for my two feet in a perilous and fragile balance. — Clarice Lispector

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest. — Clarice Lispector

For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes. — Clarice Lispector

I really like things I don't understand: when I read a thing I don't understand I feel a sweet and abysmal vertigo. — Clarice Lispector

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer? — Clarice Lispector

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

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. — Clarice Lispector

Before her birth was she an idea? Before her birth was she dead? And after her birth she would die? What a thin slice of watermelon. — 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

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

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

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms. — 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

Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart. — Clarice Lispector

Obsessed with the desire to be happy I lost my life. I moved with the tension of a bow and arrow in an unreality of desires. — Clarice Lispector

Ah, hand holding mine, if I hadn't needed so much of myself to shape my life, I would already have had life! — Clarice Lispector

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness. — 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

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

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given. — 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

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad. — 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

Living leaves me atremble. — 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

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

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

What I have to say is superfluous for anyone who often feels the pangs of hunger — Clarice Lispector

The docks went to the heart of her life. — 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

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing. — 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