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
lost-and-found lost found
I work only with lost and founds.
breathing silence world
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.
writing long answers
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
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.
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.
writing rocks steel
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
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.
shouting
For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.
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.
mourn knows
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
love life passion
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.
thinking facts feels
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
believe angel ems
Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
passion blow love-is
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.