“I sometimes think, with a sad delight, that if one day, in a future I no longer belong to, these sentences, that I write, last with praise, I will at last have the people who understand me, those mine, the true family to be born in and be loved... I will only be understood in effigy, when affection no longer repays the dead the unaffection that was, when living.” PeopleIfsThinkingWritingSometimesLastsBornMinesOne DayUnderstoodPraiseAffectionDelightSentencesImmortalityUnderstand MeTrue Family Author:Fernando Pessoa
“I write in a hurry, because the little one, who has been sleeping a long time, begins to call for me. Poor thing! when I am sad, I lament that all my affections grow on me, till they become too strong for my peace, though they all afford me snatches of exquisite enjoyment.” WritingLittlesLongHas BeensStrongGrowsSleepPoorLong TimeAffectionEnjoymentExquisiteLament Book:Posthumous Works: of the Author of A Vindication of the Rights of Woman Source: Posthumous Works: of the Author of A Vindication of the Rights of Woman