Florbela Espanca

8 Dec 1894 // 8 Dec 1930


The only way in life for being happy, especially for human beings like you, of a great sensitivity, an extraordinary imagination, the only way is to build up a very sweet home, and full of light, where, away from the world, one can love, one can work, one can live.
Happiness in life is already something so strict and almost conventional that taking from life a minimal portion of that shining treasure, so coveted and so chimerical, is the greatest of human follies.
I have born sensitive and so I shall die, most likely... we are what we are and not what we would want to be; don�t you think? You have to accept me as I am, as only this way I may be loved.
We love who we love and not who we want to love.


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."