What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood and go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.
I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Words were my only truth. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.
I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as
we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is
not to feel at all--it's merely to remember today what we felt
yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost
life.
I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.
The painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.
- Quotes by Fernando Pessoa