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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A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.

Thanks for telling us about the problem. To have every opinion is to be a poet. To be understood is to prostitute oneself.

The Book of Disquiet Quotes by Fernando Pessoa

Travel is the traveler. I’m desasoskego, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached. I’ve written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently impossible to hide their soundcan only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul.

To know yourself badly is to think. In dreams I have achieved everything. To have no opinions is to exist. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been. Even the sun discourages and depresses me.

And the show I’m attending is myself. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Return to Book Page. My only real concern has been my inner life. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. What Desasosiegoo attending here is a show with another set. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

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Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. Want to Read saving…. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life.

It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect. There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women.

A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. The Book of Disquiet Quotes Showing of 1, There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. Refresh and try again. 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 My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality – it’s all evaporating.

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.

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I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Just a moment while we fernnado you in to your Goodreads account. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts such as acting and dance entertain. I was never convinced of what I believed in.

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This isn’t the case with literature. The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. What we see isn’t what we see but what we are. Words were my only truth. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else.

I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep desasosievo which we remain awake.

Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. 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. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant. 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 don’t know what to think or what I am. What we love is the idea we have of someone. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. All I hear is the symphony.