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Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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Chechelnik
Helen Palmer
Teresa Quadros
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And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.
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Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.
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But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.
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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
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I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.
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I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
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There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
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Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
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My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.
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I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
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And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.
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I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.
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So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
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