A Quote by Fernando Pessoa

I know nothing and my heart aches — © Fernando Pessoa
I know nothing and my heart aches
Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches.
I know it aches, how your heart it breaks. You can only take so much. Walk on.
Even when our heart aches, we summon the strength that maybe we didn't even know we had, and we carry on; we finish the race.
...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.
I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.
I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn away, can't break the spell. Everything wants to enter the slow thickness, aches to be peaceful finally and at any cost. Wants to be stone.
My heart aches watching Donald Trump... pouring his heart out... How can anyone doubt his sincerity?
I wish I had no heart, it aches so.
We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
My heart aches for America and its deceived people.
... no matter how one's heart aches, one can do the necessary things and do them well.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.
I wish there was a season where I was playing and didn't have no aches, no pains, no bruises, no nothing.
I have one thing that counts, and that is my heart; it burns in my soul, it aches in my flesh, and it ignites my nerves: that is my love for the people and Peron.
To have nothing to do, to sit there waiting for little aches and pains, is fundamentally wrong. Life has to be lived.
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