A Quote by Clarice Lispector

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of. — © Clarice Lispector
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.
Every month, it is woman's fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself.
When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you.
If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.
Deconstruction seems to offer a way out of the closure of knowledge. By inaugurating the open-ended indefiniteness of textuality-by thus 'placing in the abyss' (mettre en abime), as the French expression would literally have it-it shows us the lure of the abyss as freedom. The fall into the abyss of deconstruction inspires us with as much pleasure as fear. We are intoxicated with the prospect of never hitting bottom
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote that when you look into the darkness of the abyss the abyss looks into you. Probably no other line or thought more inspires or informs my work.
I myself am an absolute abyss.
You've gotta dive into the abyss if you wanna get anything good. Every record, you've gotta go down in the abyss and hope that you come out of it alive.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.
I saw the abyss of my misery; whatever there is of good in me is Yours, O Lord. But because I am so small and wretched, I have a right to count on Your boundless mercy.
I cling unto the burning Æthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God. And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.
When you gaze long into the Abyss of Sustainability, the Abyss of Sustainability also gazes into you.
I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.
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