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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.
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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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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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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Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
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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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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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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
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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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Love is so much more deadly than I had thought, love is so much inherent as the very lack, and we are guaranteed by a need to be renewed continuously. Love is now, is forever. There is just the blow of grace - call it passion.
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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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I write to save someone's life, probably my own
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I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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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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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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