Fernando Pessoa

His livid face is a bewildered false green. I notice it, between the chest's hard air, with the fraternity of knowing I will also be so.

All problems are unsolvable. The essence of the existence of a problem is that there is no solution. Looking for a fact means there is no fact. To think is not to know how to be.

I will be what I want. But I will have to want what I'll be. Success is in having success, not conditions for success.

The supreme empire is that of the Emperor who renounces all normal life, that of other men, and in who the care of supremacy doesn't weigh like a load of jewels.

I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.

There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.

I never meant to be but a dreamer.

The superiority of the dreamer is that dreaming is much more practical than living, and that the dreamer extracts from life a much vaster and varied pleasure than the action man. In better and more direct words, the dreamer is the real …

They bring me faith like a closed package in someone else's plate. They want me to accept it so that I don't open it.

If we knew the truth, we'd see it; all else is system and outskirts.

My life is as if you've hit me with it.

My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.

Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.

My joy is as painful as my pain.

Some sensations are sleeps that take up all the extent of the mind like a fog, don't let us think, don't let us act, don't let us be clearly.

I never go to where's a risk. I'm frightened of dangers down to boredom.

You breathe better when you're rich.

What, I believe, produces in me the deep feeling, in which I live, of incongruity with others, is that most think with sensitivity, while I feel with thought.

A sort of anteneurosis of what I will be when I will not longer be freezes my body and soul. A kind of remembrance of my future death makes me shudder from the inside.

The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is intelligence's oldest tax.

Civilization consists in giving something an unfitting name, then dream about the result. And indeed the false name and the real dream create a new reality. The object really becomes another, because we turned it into another one. We …

I reread? I lied! I don't dare to reread. I cannot reread. What's the point, for me, in rereading?

Everyone has his vanity, and each one's vanity is his forgetting that there are others with an equal soul.

Blessed are those who never entrust their life to no one.