#Near to the Wild Heart

[petaltexturedskies]

Clarice Lispector, Near To The Wild Heart

[majestativa]

[elysiumaze]

I don’t miss it, because I have my childhood more now than when it was happening...

Clarice Lispector in, Near to the Wild Heart.

[metamorphesque]

― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

[quotespile]

I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I’ve always forgotten.

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

[luthienne]

Precisely the things that really mattered she couldn't say.

Clarice Lispector, from Near to the Wild Heart (tr. Alison Entrekin)

[quotessentially]

From Clarice Lispector’s Near to the Wild Heart

[mortuarygf]

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

[invisible-dustspec]

She was detached from things, from her own things, created by herself and alive. She could be left in the desert, in the sounds of the glaciers, any place on Earth and she would still have the same disconnectedness.

- Near to the wild heart, Clarice Lispector

Somehow feeling blind and separated from the world around me, like one big smudged out canvas which has lost all color and vivacity!

[deathbeguiled]

“And from deep down inside herself, after a moment of silence and abandonment, it rose up, at first pale and hesitant, then stronger and more painful: from the depths I call thee... from the depths I call thee... from the depths I call thee... She remained unmoving for a few more moments, her face expressionless, slack and tired as if she’d had a child. Little by little she was reborn, slowly opened her eyes and returned to the daylight. Fragile, breathing lightly, happy like a convalescent receiving her first breeze.”

Near To The Wild Heart — Clarice Lispector.

[petaltexturedskies]

If the twinkling of the stars pains me, if this distant communication is possible, it is because something almost like a star quivers within me.

Clarice Lispector, Near To The Wild Heart

[litsnaps]

[elysiumaze]

The room where she had spent so many afternoons glittered in the crescendo of an orchestra, silently, avenging itself for her distraction.

Clarice Lispector in, Near to the Wild Heart.

[dare-g]

Near to the Wild Heart

[metamorphesque]

Freedom isn't enough. What I desire doesn't have a name yet.

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

[quotespile]

When I suddenly see myself in the depths of the mirror, I take fright. I can scarcely believe that I have limits, that I am outlined and defined. I feel myself to be dispersed in the atmosphere, thinking inside other creatures, living inside things beyond myself. When I suddenly see myself in the mirror, I am not startled because I find myself ugly or beautiful. I discover, in fact, that I possess another quality. When I haven't looked at myself for some time, I almost forget that I am human, I tend to forget my past, and I find myself with the same deliverance from purpose and conscience as something that is barely alive. I am also surprised to find as I gaze into the pale mirror with open eyes that there is so much in me beyond what is known, so much that remains ever silent.

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart