99 Quotes by Alejandra Pizarnik

Remember it. Remember that I must want it badly. Remember that this is the only thing left to want, in this world wide and deep.

. . . my fear, my joy more horrible than my fear, my obscene words, my words which are keys locking me into a mirror, with you, but ever alone.

Hide me from this battle with words / and put out the furies of my elemental body.

Esta manía de saberme ángel,sin edad,sin muerte en qué vivirme,sin piedad por mi nombreni por mis huesos que lloran vagando.

(…) what happened (to Kafka) is the same as what happened to me:he withdrewhe went too far into solitudeand knew — he must’ve known —you never come back from there

What happened to Kafka is the same as what happened to me. He withdrew, he went too far into solitude and knew he must have known, you never come back from there.

mind the angels my lovemind also those wordsdragging across our lips

Sometimes we suffer too much reality in the space of a single night.

An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself