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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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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 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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Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
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I work only with lost and founds.
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In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
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How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?
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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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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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Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.
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Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
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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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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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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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Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam | She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
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Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.
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I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
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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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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
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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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