#clarice lispector

You don’t understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

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First of all, I must make it clear that this girl does not know herself apart from the fact that she goes on living

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Identity is forbidden to me, I know. But I’m going to take a chance because I trust in my future cowardice, and it will be

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I make myself come alive in my happy instinct for destruction.

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When I suddenly see myself in the depths of the mirror, I take fright. I can scarcely believe that I have limits, that I

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The sea was calm. I was too. But on the lookout, suspicious. As if this calm couldn’t last. Something is always about to happen.

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It’s so difficult to speak, so difficult to say things that cannot be said, so silent.

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I divide thousands of times into as many times as the number of instants running by, fragmented as I am and the moments

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Why don’t clouds fall, since everything else does? Because gravity is less than the strength of the air that keeps them

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I make myself come alive in my happy instinct for destruction.

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The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in

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The future, at least, had the advantage of not being the present, and the worse can always take a turn for the better… For,...

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There’s something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren’t there in the

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Everything is so fragile. I feel so lost. I live off secret, radiating, luminous rays that would smother me if I didn’t

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She wasn’t crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she’d accepted that with her that was

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Where were you at night? No one knows. Don’t try to answer—for the love of God. I don’t want to know the answer.

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Why don’t clouds fall, since everything else does? Because gravity is less than the strength of the air that keeps them

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I hardly exist and if I do exist it’s with delicate care.

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What I write you has no beginning: it’s a continuation. From the words of this song, a song that’s mine and yours, there

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As soon as you discover the truth it’s already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it’s not.

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Dear sirs, now of all times, when I had so much to say, I don’t know how to express myself. I’m a solemn and serious woman,

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A note exists between two notes of music, between two facts exists a fact, between two grains of sand no matter how

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“I have always known that writing fiction had little effect on the world; that if it did, young men would not have gone to ...

"Não sei se quero descansar, por estar realmente cansada ou se quero descansar para desistir."...