My favorite quotes from the Clarice Lispector bot.

All of a sudden, in a first experience of the shame, he felt inside him a horribly free and painful movement, a vague urge to shout or cry, some mortal thing opening in his chest a violent clearing that might have been a new birth

What I write is more than mere invention, it’s my obligation to tell about this one girl out of the thousands like her. And my duty, however artlessly, to reveal her life.

Writing — I tear things out of me in pieces the way a harpoon hooks into a whale and rips its flesh…

Her perfume is a crazy mystery. When inhaled deeply it touches the intimate depth of the heart and leaves the inside of the entire body perfumed

Needing is always the supreme moment. As the most daring joy between a man and a woman comes when the greatness of needing is such that we feel in agony and fright: without you I could not live

I could not understand and you could not understand that dispensing with hope — really means action, and today

Every day it will be the same thing: right at dusk I start to get melancholy and thoughtful. I know that the first drum on the mountain will make the night, I know that the third will already wrap me in its thunder.

Now I shall write you everything that comes into my mind with the least possible amount of policing. Because I feel attracted to the unknown

Hell, because the world held no more human meaning for me, and man no longer had human meaning for me

How ingenuous Joana seemed. She spoke of love in such a clear and straightforward manner for it was certain that nothing had been revealed to her so far through love

And so I ask you questions and these will be many. Because I am a question.

Through the living roach I am coming to understand that I too am whatever is alive. Being alive is a very high stage, it is something that I only reached now (Related to 02:43 alive, lit from within)

But all that was too refined for my human hoof. And I, I wanted beauty.

I could not understand and you could not understand that dispensing with hope — really means action, and today

Music belonged to the same category as thought, both vibrated in the same movement and species. It possessed the same quality of a thought so intimate that upon hearing that music, the thought itself was revealed

The cold runs down her back with icy feet but she is in no mood to play, she huddles up, wounded and unhappy. She dries herself without love, humiliated and miserable, wraps herself in the dressing-gown as in a warm embrace

Its essential quality was not to have any quantity, not to be measurable and divisible because everything which could be measured and divided had a beginning and an end. Eternity was not that infinitely great quantity that exhausted itself; eternity was succession.

I want inside this night that is longer than life, I want, inside this night, life raw and bloody and full of saliva. I want this word: splendidness, splendidness is the fruit in its succulence, fruit without sadness

Because there is also a great beauty in animals. And in any case, all that exists is beautiful, error as much as truth

Because what I suddenly found out is that the moment had come not only to understand that I must no longer transcend, but the instant had come to really no longer transcend. And to have now what I used to think should be for tomorrow

You will never read what I’m writing. And when I’ve noted down my secret of being—I shall throw it away as if into the sea