Fernando Pessoa Quotes

In the world everything is as it is and happens as it does happen. In it, there is no value, - and if there were, it would be of no value.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They're just backing away from life.

So long as you "have" yourself, have yourself as an object, your experience of man is only as of a thing among things.

I like to remind myself that everything is meaningless.

I discover no kinship, no understanding, no mercy. I see only the overwhelming indifference of nature.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.

The human comedy does not attract me enough. I am not entirely of this world. I am from elsewhere, and it is worth finding this elsewhere beyond the walls...but where is it?

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

It has been strange to me to return to life and to feel that I have any sympathy with human beings, after the long interval of quiet and indifference which succeeded my marriage.

Nature is monumentally indifferent.

Even if things are as bad as they could possible be, and as meaningless, then matters of truth are themselves indifferent; we may as well please our sensibilities and, with as much spirit as we can muster, go out with a buck and a wing.

Everything that is not me is incomprehensible.

I think we've unplugged and become very apathetic to a lot of things that are happening. There's so much going on and we're sort of disconnected.

I know for sure that nothing matters.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

Information is alienated experience.

How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

Anything goes and nothing matters.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.