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All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I 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 be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness…

— Fernando Pessoa
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Nothing with nothing around it
And a few trees in between
None of wich very clearly green,
Where no river or flower pays a visit.
If there be a hell, I’ve found it,
For if ain’t here, where the Devil it is?

— Alentejo Seen From The Train, Fernando Pessoa, (1907)
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librium: constantly discovering new shades of myself through the pages of this book.
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477.
…and lilies on the banks of remote rivers, cold and solemn, on a never-ending close of day in the heart of real continents.
With nothing else, and yet utterly real.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own.

— Fernando Pessoa
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Se escrevo o que sinto é porque assim diminuo a febre de sentir. .

— Fernando Pessoa
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El silencio que sale del ruido de la lluvia se extiende, en un crescendo de monotonía cenicienta, por la calle estrecha que miro. Estoy durmiendo despierto, de pie contra la vidriera, en la que me recuesto como en todo. Busco en mí qué sensaciones son las que tengo ante este caer deshilachado de agua sombríamente luminosa que se destaca de las fachadas sucias y, aún más, de las ventanas abiertas.

— El libro del desasosiego. Fernando Pessoa
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Direct experience is the subterfuge, the hiding place of those devoid of imagination.

— The Book of Disquiet, 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; dissatisfaction 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.

— Fernando Pessoa
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