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“When I suddenly see myself in the depths of the mirror, I take fright. I can scarcely believe that I have limits, that I am outlined and defined. I feel myself to be dispersed in the atmosphere, thinking inside other creatures, living inside things beyond myself. When I suddenly see myself in the mirror, I am not startled because I find myself ugly or beautiful. I discover, in fact, that I possess another quality. When I haven't looked at myself for some time, I almost forget that I am human, I tend to forget my past, and I find myself with the same deliverance from purpose and conscience as something that is barely alive. I am also surprised to find as I gaze into the pale mirror with open eyes that there is so much in me beyond what is known, so much that remains ever silent.”

Quote by Clarice Lispector

Work

Near to the Wild Heart

This novel delves into the introspective world of a young protagonist, capturing her evolving emotions and thoughts as she navigates through life's challenges and personal growth. more

Author

Clarice Lispector
Clarice Lispector

Clarice Lispector was a renowned Brazilian writer, born on December 10, 1920, to a Ukrainian immigrant family, and passed away on December 9, 1977. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights, and she is considered one of the greatest Brazilian writers of the 20th century. more

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