We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own conceptโour own selvesโthat we love.
Fernando PessoaFIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.
Fernando PessoaI look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.
Fernando PessoaIt's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.
Fernando Pessoa