#The book of Disquiet

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Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Text ID: By thinking so much, I became echo and abyss. By delving within, I made myself into many.

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― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet.

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Fernando Pessoa, an excerpt from “The Book of Disquiet”

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My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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The Book of Disquiet - Fernando Pessoa

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“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.” ― Fernando Pessoa, "The Book of Disquiet"

From @journalofanobody & @anetteva

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The Book of Disquiet / Fernando Pessoa / 1982

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— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Text ID: Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while…

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All it would take to make a catalogue of monsters is to photograph in words the things the night brings to drowsy souls unable to sleep. These things have all the incoherence of dreams without the alibi of sleeping. They hover like bats over the soul’s passivity, or like vampires that suck the blood of submission.

They’re larvae from the debris on the hillside, shadows that fill the valley, remnants left by destiny. Sometimes they’re worms, loathsome to the very soul that cradles and breeds them; sometimes they’re ghosts that sinisterly skulk around nothing at all; sometimes they pop out as snakes from the absurd hollows of spent emotions.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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To kill our dream is to kill ourselves. It is like mutilating our soul. The dream is what is most truly, impenetrably, ineradicably ours.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet 

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What are those people who wake up from dreams? Where else do they go?

Fernando Pessoa, The book of disquiet / Call Down The Hawk Maggie Stiefvater / artwork by Ram Han / We Should Be Well Prepared Mary Oliver / Dreams tonite by Alvvays / unknown / Bastille / The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater /Sleeping Beauty / Dreams by The Cranberries

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“I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Painting: "Twilight" by Sergey A. Tutunov

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The Book of Disquiet, by Fernando Pessoa [c. 1982]