60 phrases from Brazilian writers that show the national female strength

It’s funny that when you think about it, there’s no real place to live. Everything is someone else’s land, where others are happy.

Clarice Lispector

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fatal, but we have the freedom to fulfill our fatal destiny or not: it is up to us to fulfill our fatal destiny.

Clarice Lispector

With all pardon of the word, I am a mystery to myself.

Clarice Lispector

If in an instant you are born and an instant you die, an instant is enough for a lifetime.

Clarice Lispector

I learned from the springs to let myself be cut and to always come back in one piece.

Cecília Meireles

We thirst for infinity and permanence, so this being that ensures the permanence of things is what I call God. It’s the absolute.

Adelia Prado

I sing because the moment exists and my life is complete. I am neither happy nor sad: I am a poet.

Cecília Meireles

My mother thought study was the finest thing in the world. Is not. The finest thing in the world is feeling.

Adelia Prado

Formerly what oppressed man was the word Calvary; today is salary.

Carolina Maria de Jesus

What memory loves, remains eternal. I love you with memory, imperishable.

Adelia Prado

Rich children play in the gardens with their favorite toys. And poor children accompany their mothers begging in the streets. What tragic inequalities and what a joke of fate.

Carolina Maria de Jesus

I climbed the mountain of life by removing rocks and planting flowers.

Cora Coralina

Life is like a book. Only after having read it do we know how it ends.

Carolina Maria de Jesus

I strive to be better every day. For kindness is also learned.

Cora Coralina

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

Rachel de Queiroz

More hope in my steps than sadness on my shoulders.

Cora Coralina

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

Rachel de Queiroz

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

Rachel de Queiroz

Since it is necessary to accept life, let it be courageously.

Lygia Fagundes Telles

If love in its absolute self-giving makes them more fragile, at the same time it protects them like an armor.

Lygia Fagundes Telles

The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line, but curved paths are where the best things in life are found.

Lygia Fagundes Telles

Your body is a canoe in which I descend life below, death above looking for the shipwreck, giving me adrift.

Marina Colasanti

Love is not crazy. He knows very well what he is doing, and he never, ever acts without reason. Crazy are we, who insist on wanting to understand it on the plane of reason.

Marina Colasanti

Human beings often say one thing and think another, pretend to be what they’re not, pretend their intentions.

Marina Colasanti

I love you even if it fulminates you or if a punch in my face makes me less bone and more truth.

Hilda Hilst

There are dreams that must be re-dreamed, projects that cannot be forgotten.

Hilda Hilst

The sea roams undulating beneath my thoughts. Wild memory throws the helm: remembering is necessary.

Conceição Evaristo

To live is to sink in every walk.

Hilda Hilst

When I bite the word, please don’t rush me, I want to chew, tear between my teeth, the skin, the bones, the marrow of the verb, in order to verse the heart of things.

Conceição Evaristo

The black issue, the indigenous issue, are not issues for people who are victims to resolve. They are for the nation to resolve.

Conceição Evaristo

Anguish is clogged speech.

Ana Cristina Cesar

Women and children are the first to give up on sinking ships.

Ana Cristina Cesar

I die and remorse in the life that passes. I hear your footsteps. infernal compass. I was born for life. From death I lived, but everything ends. Silence. I died.

Ana Cristina Cesar

What happened to us and what didn’t happen to us carry the same weight in the poem.

Ana Martins Marques

Who thought to put these sweet evidences of death on the table?

Ana Martins Marques

Does the firefly blink in pain? If I could glow with pain I would be a scandal.

Mariana Salomão Carrara

We are getting younger and younger in photographs. Backwards memory reads the day.

Ana Martins Marques

I wonder when will we realize we’re not going to work out.

Mariana Salomão Carrara

Heaven guards the living part of the person, that thing that never dies, not nostalgia, nostalgia is love and it belongs to the living, I’m talking about the living thing that remains in the dead.

Aline Bei

Who does not aspire to the intensity of a feeling that chars before knowing finitude?

Nélida Piñon

Work is so often the greatest sadness in a person’s life and that’s just what some parents think about, the child growing up and being someone when this being someone involves everything but Being.

Aline Bei

The raw unpleasantness that I suffer are so many, there are so many tears, that I live crying. There is so much agony, so slow and felt, that it steals my life, without ever ending.

Maria Firmina dos Reis

The human being is a pilgrim. It is only in appearance that he has a geography.

Nélida Piñon

Of everything that hurts the most, of how much pain is worth neither crying nor groaning, they are immense, pure, holy, despised – or misunderstood – affections.

Maria Firmina dos Reis

Untie the knots that link acts and motives. Do things on impulse. Because? Because sometimes it’s good to show yourself who’s boss here.

Martha Medeiros

Time doesn’t heal everything. In fact, time doesn’t cure anything, time just takes the incurable out of the spotlight.

Martha Medeiros

It’s so much hypocrisy, so many empty people, so much useless subject, that I’m too lazy to meet people.

Tati Bernardi

Love is a disease. I feel nausea, fever, muscle pain. I wake up scared in the middle of the night. I cry all over the place.

Tati Bernardi

That dying train she came out of alive was her whole life what she was and is.

Naomi Jaffe

My grandfather didn’t like August, he said August is a month of grief. When he passed he said “now I don’t die anymore”.

Angelica Freitas

The woman is basically supposed to be a housing project, all the same, all plastered, it just changes the color. Personally, I’m a woman of exposed bricks.

Angelica Freitas

So I want to dive in to heal myself from the love I don’t have yet and not feel the longing that doesn’t even exist.

Natalia Borges Polesso

Let the words say what they want and not what we want them to say. Just a little, please.

Naomi Jaffe

The experience of loneliness could lead a creature to do unexpected, unlikely, even extreme things.

Aline Valek

Words not spoken to the dead burn in the mouth forever.

Help Acioli

Silence is filled with sounds. It’s like white, where all the colors come together.

Aline Valek

When I write in I feel a deep desire that the words and questions that are dear to me will also inhabit the world and can be shared and relived.

Natalia Borges Polesso

Tell me about how difficult everything is and neither beer is paid for nor writing is created. Tell me.

Jarid Arraes

In those years of pilgrimage, he had seen everything along the way and had pity, because sometimes not even God saves a man from going crazy. The devil is an artist. Few escape Satan’s deceptions.

Help Acioli

Perhaps he suspects that looking from the outside gives the life of others a film of completeness; the illusion that, in the other, each feeling is always the right size.

Natalia Timerman