Julie

“...of having forgotten the colour of loves and the taste of hatreds. We thought we were immortal.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I dreamily and digestively drowse. I have time, between synaesthesias. And it's extraordinary to think that, if I were asked right now what I want for this short life, I could think nothing better than these long slow minutes, this absence of thought and emotion, of action and almost o sensation itself, this inner sunset of dissipated desire. And then it occurs to me, almost without thinking, that most if not all people live like this, with greater or lesser consciousness, moving forward or standing still, but still with the very same indifference towards ultimate aims, the same renunciation of their personal goals, the same watered-down life.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside out self.

The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe OUR meanings of other people's words.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness”
― Pessoa