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
suffering world affliction
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?
ignorance self law
Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.
writing long madness
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.
world goodness planes
In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
facts annoying
Facts and particulars annoy me,
cheating believe want
I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.
crush song butterfly
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
knowing
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage
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.
believe angel ems
Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
love life passion
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.
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.
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.