For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.
Clarice LispectorThe only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
Clarice LispectorPutting my hand in someone elseโs 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 donโt have courage, I dream.
Clarice Lispector