Showing posts with label Fernando Pessoa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fernando Pessoa. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Daily Painting

Júlio Pomar
LUSITÂNIA NO BAIRRO LATINO (1985)
[LUSITANIA IN THE LATIN QUARTER]

Tuesday, August 20, 2024


FERNANDO PESSOA
The Book of Disquiet

I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.



Monday, August 19, 2024


FERNANDO PESSOA
The Book of Disquiet

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.



Sunday, August 18, 2024


FERNANDO PESSOA
The Book of Disquiet

My past is everything I failed to be.



Sunday, August 4, 2024

Reading

Fernando Pessoa
THE COMPLETE WORKS OF ÁLVARO DE CAMPOS

Tuesday, March 7, 2023


FERNANDO PESSOA
The Education of the Stoic
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Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life that wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.


Thursday, May 6, 2021

FERNANDO PESSOA
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The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfactions with the world’s existence.

All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

Saturday, February 20, 2021

FERNANDO PASSOA
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I’ve never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Sunday, February 9, 2020


FERNANDO PESSOA
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Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.


Thursday, December 26, 2019

FERNANDO PESSOA

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

FERNANDO PESSOA

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.

Monday, May 22, 2017

FERNANDO PESSOA

We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

FERNANDO PESSOA

I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.

Friday, February 10, 2017

FERNANDO PESSOA

Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it’s all evaporating. I constantly feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else. What I’m attending here is a show with another set. And the show I’m attending is myself.