Everything is absurd.1 man spends his life earning money which he then saves even though he has no children 2 leave it 2. another puts all his efforts into becoming famous so that he'll b remembered once dead, yet he doesn't believe in a survival of the soul that would give him knowledge of that fame. yet another wears himself out looking 4 things he doesn't even like. Fernando Pessoa
Somehow the idyllic existence I envisioned never quite came to pass, but aside from the occasional culinary disaster, my marriage wasn't bad.
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Alexandra Bogdanovic
People who say, “it is not my fault, ” continuously fail. People who say, “I’ve done no wrong, ” have not done enough right. People who say, “I am done! ” are never done repeating the cycle. Even in the privacy of our own thoughts,...
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Katina Ferguson
A sudden shock rattles your soul. The ground shifts. In minutes it is over, but it takes a long time to find your center of balance again
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Susan SpencerWendel
The older I get the more I realize that the only permanent thing in life is what we have within us
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Dr. Jacinta Mpalyenkana
Everything is possible and impossible at the same time this is what we live with every time.
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Surajit Sarkar
More Quotes By Fernando Pessoa
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful – only then do...
If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. 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. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely,...
Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me...
