Clarice Lispector Quotes

I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.

It is instead just the grace of a common person turning suddenly real because he is common and human and recoignizable.

She felt the phrase “demand her rights” had lain inside her forever, waiting.

But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.

- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand.

I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?

Could it be that the person who sees most, feels and suffers most?

Before her birth was she an idea? Before her birth was she dead? And after her birth she would die? What a thin slice of watermelon.

Suddenly I've become so restless that I'm capable of saying "That is enough" and ending what I'm writing you, which is based mostly on blind words.

But after much thought, I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing more difficult in this world than to surrender completely. This is one of man's greatest sorrows.

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.

The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.

Inside her it was as if death didn’t exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

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

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.