Frases de Clarice Lispector

I want to grab hold of the is of the thing.

I write because I so deeply want to speak.

I write to you because I don’t understand myself.

I—I am my own death. And no one goes further. The barbarian within me seeks the cruel barbarian outside me.

I, alive and glimmering like the instants, spark and go out, alight and go out, spark and go out.

I’ll tell you a secret: life is deadly.

I’m after whatever is lurking beyond thought.

I’m terribly lucid and it seems I’m reaching a higher plane of humanity. Or of unhumanity—the it.

In painting as in music and literature, what is called abstract so often seems to me the figurative of a more delicate and more difficult reality, less visible to the naked eye.

Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente.

Interrompi uma coisa organizada, mãe, e isso é pior que matar, isso me fez entrar por uma brecha que me mostrou, pior que a morte, que me mostrou a vida grossa e neutra amarelecendo.

já que sou, o jeito é ser.

Joy is time’s material and the essence of the instant.

Let failure annihilate me, I want the glory of falling.

Life is supernatural.

Life is this untellable instant, larger than the event itself.

Life is very oriental.

Listen to me, listen to the silence.

Living is so uncomfortable. Everything pinches: the body demands, the spirit doesn’t stop, living is like being tired and not being able to sleep—living is bothersome.

Lóri era. O quê? Mas ela era.