Clarice Lispector
Clarice Lispector
Clarice Lispectorwas a Brazilian writer acclaimed internationally for her innovative novels and short stories. Born to a Jewish family in Podolia in Western Ukraine, she was brought to Brazil as an infant, amidst the disasters engulfing her native land following the First World War...
NationalityBrazilian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth10 December 1920
CountryBrazil
love life passion
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.
dream drinking school
At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.
stars film moments
For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.
shouting
For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.
philosophical ends get-away
For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.
home light people
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.
sadness luxury people
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.
lost-and-found lost found
I work only with lost and founds.
forget strawberries seasons
But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.
hands ideas joy
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.
want knows
And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.
beautiful school knowing
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.
thinking facts feels
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
breathing silence world
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.