#bernando soares

[druhst]

“...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.”

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[thread-bare-theoretician]

─ Bernardo Soares (heteronym of Fernando Pessoa), in The Book of Disquiet

[hyperkarma-blog]

Considero a vida uma estalagem onde tenho que me demorar até que chegue a diligência do abismo. Não sei onde ela me levará, porque não sei nada

Bernardo Soares aka Fernando Pessoa

[buteternity]

E soffrire di non essere perfetto come si soffre per la mancanza di cibo.

Fernando Pessoa

[armsoreal]

I don’t know the meaning of this journey I was forced to make, between one and another night, in the company of the whole universe.

Fernando Pessoa

[armsoreal]

I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.

Fernando Pessoa

[armsoreal]

To see life passing by under a blue sky makes up for a lot.

Fernando Pessoa

[armsoreal]

No one, I suppose, genuinely admits the real existence of another person. We may concede that the person is alive and that he thinks and feels as we do, but there will always be an unnamed element of difference, a materialized inequality. There are figures from the past and living images from books that are more real to us than the incarnate indifferences that talk to us over shop counters, or happen to glance at us in the trams, or brush against us in the dead happenstance of the streets. Most people are no more for us than scenery, generally the invisible scenery of a street we know by heart.

Fernando Pessoa