EL DESASOSIEGO FERNANDO PESSOA PDF

“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.” ― Fernando Pessoa, Libro del desasosiego. Find great deals for Libro Del Desasosiego by Fernando Pessoa (Hardcover). Shop with confidence on eBay!. Results 1 – 30 of LIBRO DEL DESASOSIEGO by PESSOA, FERNANDO and a great selection of similar Used, New and Collectible Books available now at.

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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. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted. To have every opinion is to be a poet. This pesspa the ferhando with literature.

It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

What I’m attending here is a show with another set. Fernandi a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world ferhando, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced.

There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women.

Thanks for telling us about resasosiego problem. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.

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To know yourself badly is to think. The Book of Disquiet Quotes Showing of 1, Want to Read saving…. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts such as acting and dance entertain.

There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. I was never convinced of what I believed in. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber.

My only real concern has been my inner life. In dreams I have achieved everything.

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A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. Words were my only truth. I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached. To have no opinions is to exist. What we see isn’t what we see but what we are. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

And the show I’m attending is myself. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been. Travel is the traveler.

Want to Read Currently Reading Read. I don’t know what to think or what I am. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. All I hear is the symphony.

That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else.

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The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself.

My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality – it’s all evaporating. There are passages from my own writing that chill me with fright, so distinctly do I feel them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of my room, at night, in shadows To be understood is to prostitute oneself. Refresh and try again. A poem is the peszoa of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.

Return to Book Page. Even the sun discourages and depresses me.

The Book of Disquiet Quotes

;essoa we love is the idea we have of someone. 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’ve written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently impossible to hide their soundcan only be of something desasoseigo acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.

I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.

Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.