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I write to save someone's life, probably my own
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
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All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of the prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes. It was ever so. I don’t know why, but I do know that the universe never began. Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.
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Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
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Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
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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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No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
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Facts and particulars annoy me.
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Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
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I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.
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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 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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So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
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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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The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.
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Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
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The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
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Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam | She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
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Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.
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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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