The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!— Fernando Pessoa
Remarkable Book Of Disquiet quotations
There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people's book and write your own.
Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.
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.
Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.
I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.
You dont have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
I've always rejected being understood.
To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect
We worship perfection because we can't have it;
if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
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.
The book to read is not the one that thinks for you but the one which makes you think.
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.
A book is a dream that you hold in your hand.
I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.
WIth freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy.
I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.
I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.
If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling.
What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
I went away in my head, into a book.
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child;
its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.
To have opinions is to sell out to youself.
To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.
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.
...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.
There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book.
And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.
There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street.
Art consists in making others feel what we feel.
There is no friend as loyal as a book.
Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.
I remember, as a child, the confusion of not knowing what this place was where I was supposed to spend the night: it's a disquieting experience for a child. And what I would do was quickly unpack my books and go back to a book I knew well and make sure the same text and the same illustrations were there.
And I have the others in me. Even when I’m far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I’m all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.
Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.
To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.