Clarice Lispector
Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.
Facts and particulars annoy me.
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.Collection: Life
Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?Collection: Answers
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courageCollection: Knowing
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.Collection: Dove
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?Collection: Being Yourself
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?Collection: Mean
I write to save someone's life, probably my ownCollection: Writing
Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.Collection: Curiosity
Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.Collection: Dream
I only achieve simplicity with enormous effortCollection: Simplicity
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.Collection: Thinking
I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.Collection: Knowing
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.Collection: Truth Is
The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.Collection: Fate
There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.Collection: Sea
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.Collection: Sea
My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.Collection: Giving
You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.Collection: Body
I work only with lost and founds.Collection: Lost
Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rottingCollection: Rotting
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.Collection: Writing
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.Collection: Writing
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.Collection: Mourn
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.Collection: Breathing
At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.Collection: Dream
I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.Collection: Writing
What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.Collection: Want
Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existedCollection: Believe
But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.Collection: Eye
A horse is freedom so indominable that it becomes useless to imprison it to serve man: it lets itself be domesticated, but with a simple, rebellious toss of the head-shaking its mane like an abundance of free-flowing hair-it shows that its inner nature is always wild, translucent and free.Collection: Horse
Love is so much more deadly than I had thought, love is so much inherent as the very lack, and we are guaranteed by a need to be renewed continuously. Love is now, is forever. There is just the blow of grace - call it passion.Collection: Passion
For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.Collection: Shouting
I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.Collection: World
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.Collection: Hands
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.Collection: Crush
And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.Collection: Want
And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.Collection: Home
Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.Collection: Reality
How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?Collection: Mean
And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.Collection: Sadness
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.Collection: Writing
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.Collection: Distance
I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.Collection: Writing
For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.Collection: Stars
I, who called love my hope for love.Collection: Hope Love
Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.Collection: Ignorance
Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.Collection: Beautiful