Quotes by : Clarice Lispector

but the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction.....

I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I....

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill....

But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like....

there are indestructible things that accompany the body to death as if they had been born with it. And....

It’s hard for me to believe that I will die. Because I’m bubbling in a frigid freshness. My life....

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

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

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her....

Beyond thought I reach a state. I refuse to divide it up into words - and what I cannot and do not want....