Piya S

“¿Qué era la poesía, en realidad, esa palabra vergonzosa? ¿Era encontrarse cuando, casualmente, caía una lluvia repentina sobre la ciudad? ¿O tal vez mirar al mismo tiempo, mientras tomaba un refresco, el rostro de una mujer que pasaba por la calle? ¿O incluso encontrarse casualmente en la vieja noche de luna y viento.”
― Clarice Lispector, Todos los cuentos

“And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. “That” had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I’d be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I’d be a blank mirror.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Complete Stories

“Her brown eyes were untranslatable…She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Complete Stories

“How can I understand myself? [...] Of what matter am I made in which elements and foundations for a thousand other lives mingle but never merge? I go down every path and still none is mine. I have been sculpted into so many statues and haven't frozen in place...”
― Clarice Lispector, Complete Stories