Alberto Caeiro Quotes

And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting -
In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.

What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.

Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva
Quando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

If science wants to be truthful,
What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?
I close my eyes and the hard earth where I’m lying
Has a reality so real even my back feels it.
I don’t need reason - I have shoulderblades.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.
Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.
If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

I’m in no hurry. What for?
The sun and moon aren’t in a hurry: they’re right.
Hurrying is believing people can get past their legs,
Or that, jumping, they can land past their shadow.
No; I don’t know how to hurry.

I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.

Everything’s different from us. That’s why everything exists.

I love flowers for being flowers, directly.
And I love trees for being trees without my thought.

That thing over there was more there than it’s there!
Yes, sometimes I cry about the perfect body that doesn’t exist.
But the perfect body is the bodiest body there can be,
And the rest are the dreams men have,
The myopia of someone who doesn’t look very much,

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

Let’s only care about the place where we are.
There’s beauty enough in being here and not anywhere else.
If there’s someone beyond the curve in the road,
Let them worry about what’s past the curve in the road,
That’s what the road is to them.

It’s stranger than every strangeness
And the dreams of all the poets
And the thoughts of all the philosophers,
That things are really what they seem to be
And there’s nothing to understand.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.
But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

Also at times, on the surface of streams,
Water?bubbles form
And grow and burst
And have no meaning at all
Except that they’re water?bubbles
Growing and bursting.

Yes, this is what my senses alone have learned: -
Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.
Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.
But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.
Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.

Praise be to God I’m not good,
And have the natural egotism of flowers
And rivers following their bed
Preoccupied without knowing it
Only with blooming and flowing.
This is the only mission in the World,
This - to exist clearly,
And to know how to do it without thinking about it.)

All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each other,
Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil.
Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us.
To want more is to lose this, and be unhappy.