30 phrases by Rachel de Queiroz to get to know this amazing writer

It hurts, it always hurts. It just doesn’t hurt after death. Because life is a pain.

Only people die and leave and never come back. But there is the mistake, nothing comes back, not even the waves of the sea come back; the water is another in each wave.

Living, after all, is the others. What is glory but the applause of others What is power but submission and possibly the love of others? Everything that fills the heart of the successful man is always in relation to others.

I’m those people who get hurt all over because they don’t just live on the surface of things.

To die, one only dies alone. The dying person isolates himself in a glass case, he and his agony. Nothing helps or accompanies. Yes, we are born and die alone. But, perhaps for that very reason, she wants to live together.

There is a lot of talk about the cruelty and brutality of the medieval man. But will modern man be better?

It’s just that love is essentially perishable and the moment it is born it begins to die. Only beginnings are good.

Children are one of my passions in life. You asked about the things I like, children are one of my passions.

After all, who can say the rules of what is beautiful in people; a person is not a house or a church, whose plan is traced on paper, measured with a ruler, counted in meters and centimeters, decorated with marble and carved wood and gilded wood and then it looks beautiful… there is no measure none that governs her beauty.

I want what is raw and beautiful in life. I’m not here for people to like me. I’m here to learn to like every detail I have.

The Northeast has changed. Anyway, the Northeast of O Quinze, mainly the Northeast of Vidas Secas, has changed.

Life I think teaches beating.

From the first day to the last, always this illusion, this mistake: you think you are living -which!- and all the time you are dying.

Strange are the ways of virtue. And who knows if there aren’t many closed souls out there who, starting to be interested in dogs, will end up falling in love with men?

The woman is by definition the specialized interpreter of childhood.

Is it not comforting to see how great and inexhaustible the soul resources of men are?

Unfortunately I don’t believe in God. I think it is great poverty not to have a faith. It is helplessness, a very great loneliness.

Right to be born, right to be a boy, to remain a man, and to love and bear children right to die in the midst of children and grandchildren, with white hair and wrinkled skin, accepting the end… but to die as he lived: in peace . This is the dream of today’s world.

We get old and wait for the new harvest… But there’s no need to rush. Literature is like a flowering — it bursts spontaneously.

Look, I like human beings, I like humanity, I like those close to me and I like those who are far away.

Pity presupposes a condition of superiority and we can only sympathize with those who suffer more than we do.

From the moment it is born until the moment it takes its last breath, what is the first and last feeling of the creature, if not the awareness of its own importance?

Rules serve to police what is done, not to create what is not born. And then, if you really have that magic thing inside you, you can break all the rules… They will invent new rules, they will draw a new map, drawing other limits – that fit within.

I think we have to give the faithful testimony of our time and people and the conclusions that are drawn.

If you’re going to take this life seriously, it’s pretty boring. But I live in it all satisfied.

It’s because of my round face, everyone thinks I’m happy.

In general, those who have a name have won it with their valor.

From childhood innocence to extreme old age, he will continue exactly like this, only attributing interest and greatness to what is at the service of his person and his importance.