I can’t get physically comfortable. Every soft thing I lean against hurts my soul with sharp edges. All eyes I gaze into are terribly dark in this impoverished daylight, propitious for dying without pain.
 Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982). copy citation

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Author Fernando Pessoa
Source The Book of Disquiet
Topic pain hurting
Date 1982
Language English
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Note Translated by Richard Zenith
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