406 Quotes by Clarice Lispector

And I want to be held down. I don’t know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

Because the best phrase and always still the youngest, was: goodness makes me want to be sick. Goodness was lukewarm and light. It smelled of raw meat kept for too long. Without entirely rotting in spite of everything. It was freshened up from time to time, seasoned a little, enough to keep it a piece of lukewarm, quiet meat.

She knew what desire was – though she didn’t know she knew. It was like this: she was starving but not for food, it was a kind of painful taste that rose from the pit of her stomach and made her nipples quiver and her arms empty without an embrace.

She kept going: why put it off? Yes, why put it off? she asked herself. And her question was solid, demanding a serious answer.

Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

She had pacified life so well, taken such care for it not to explode. She had kept it all in serene comprehension, separated each person from the rest, clothes were clearly made to be worn and you could choose the evening movie from the newspaper – everything wrought in such a way that one day followed another.

On Sundays she got up early in order to have more time to do nothing.

One way of getting is not looking, one way of having is not asking...

Escribo como si fuera a salvar la vida de alguien. Probablemente mi propia vida.