Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside out self. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe OUR meanings of other people's words.
Fernando PessoaI am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.
Fernando PessoaIโve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wantedโlike all orphansโto be the object of someoneโs affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.
Fernando PessoaWhen one of my Japanese teacups is broken, I imagine that the real cause was not the careless hand of a maid but the anxieties of the figures inhabiting the curves of that porcelain. Their grim decision to commit suicide doesn't shock me: they used the maid as one of us might use a gun.
Fernando Pessoa