Fernando Pessoa

Portugal
13 Jun 1888 // 30 Nov 1935
Poet

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The world belongs to those who feel nothing. The essential condition of the practical man is the absence of sensibility.
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The Book of Disquiet
It is so hard to be sincere when one is intelligent! Itís like being honest when one is ambitious.
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To feel is to understand. To think is to err. To understand what another person thinks is to disagree with them. To understand what another person feels is to be them.
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I always live in the present. The future is unknown to me. The past is no longer mine.
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The Book of Disquiet
We are all children of Christ, through his grandson Rousseau. This is on our mother's side, also, on our father's date back to some clear pagan god from whom our near ancestors degenerated. The mother in us is more than the father. As in a house governed by women, we are outgoverned well.

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My great terror of Death or not as Death but as not-life.

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Into the life of no man has the mystery of the world entered so much. So familiarly, might I say. The mystery of the world finds not alone my thought, but my feeling also.

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I sometimes am struck with an astonished fear at my inspirations, at my thoughts, realizing how little of myself is mine (or, is myself).

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I have thoughts which, if I could bring them forth and make them living, would add a new lightness to the stars, a new beauty to the world and a greater love to the heart of men.

Manuscript (1907)
Be complete in everything, for to be complete in anything is to be right. All roads arrive at the same place.

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