Jose Saramago Quotes

Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts

Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.

Your questions are false if you already know the answer.

...in matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.

. . . if there is a way for the world to be transformed for the better, it can only be done by pessimism; optimists will never change the world for the better.

You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have

I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see.

When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.

Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.

As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished.

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep - Blindness

Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that can not bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armor, we might say.

Why did we become blind, I don't know, perhaps one day we'll find out, Do you want me to tell you what I think, Yes, do, I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

Somos cada vez mais, os defeitos que temos, não as qualidades

I consider books to be good for our health, and also our spirits, and they help us to become poets or scientists, to understand the stars or else to discover them deep within the aspirations of certain characters, those who sometimes, on certain evenings, escape from the pages and walk among us humans, perhaps the most human of us all.

The minds of human beings are not always entirely at one with the world in which they live, some people have trouble adjusting to reality, basically they're just weak, confused spirits who use words, sometimes very skillfully, to justify their cowardice.

With the passage of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the color of our blood and the salt of our tears.

anyone who gets up early by inclination or has been forced to rise early out of necessity finds it intolerable that others should go on sleeping soundly

What does reading do, You can learn almost everything from reading, But I read too, So you must know something, Now I'm not so sure, You'll have to read differently then, How, The same method doesn't work for everyone, each person has to invent his or her own, whichever suits them best, some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters, Unless, Unless what, Unless those rivers don't have just two shores but many, unless each reader is his or her own shore, and that shore is the only shore worth reaching.

Somos o que pensamos, e dizemos aquilo que pensamos com palavras. Se as palavras são tão mal usadas, deturpadas, mal pronunciadas muitas vezes, que pensamento podem expressar? Isso é frustrante.

Bien gracias..., es lo que decimos cuando no queremos mostrar nuestra debilidad, decimos, Bien, aunque nos estemos muriendo, a esto le llama el vulgo hacer de tripas corazón, fenómeno de conversión visceral que sólo en la especie humana ha sido observado.

The painter paints, the musician makes music, the novelist writes novels. But I believe that we all have some influence, not because of the fact that one is an artist, but because we are citizens. As citizens, we all have an obligation to intervene and become involved, it's the citizen who changes things. I can't imagine myself outside any kind of social or political involvement.

Pobres tus padres, pobre tú, cuando os encontréis, ciegos de ojos, ciegos de sentimientos, porque los sentimientos con que hemos vivido y que nos hicieron vivir como éramos, nacieron de los ojos que teníamos, sin ojos serán diferentes los sentimientos, no sabemos cómo, no sabemos cuáles, tú dices que estamos muertos porque estamos ciegos, ahí está.

Fortunately, as human history has shown, it is not unusual for good to come of evil, less is said about the evil that can come out of good

one could argue that those who have abandoned their homes do not deserve to live there and enjoy them

Say to a blind man, you’re free, open the door that was separating him from the world, Go, you are free, we tell him once more, and he does not go, he has remained motionless there in the middle of the road, he and the others, they are terrified, they do not know where to go, the fact is that there is no comparison between living in a rational labyrinth, which is, by definition, a mental asylum and venturing forth, without a guiding hand or a dog-leash, into the demented labyrinth of the city, where memory will serve no purpose, for it will merely be able to recall the images of places but not the paths whereby we might get there.

In the various arts, and above all in that of writing, the shortest distance between two points, even if close to each other, has never been and never will be, nor is it now, what is known as a straight line, never, never, to put it strongly and emphatically in response to any doubts, to silence them once and for all.

[José] Saramago for the last 25 years stood his own with any novelist of the Western world [..] He was the equal of Philip Roth, Gunther Grass, Thomas Pynchon and Don DeLillo. His genius was remarkably versatile — he was at once a great comic and a writer of shocking earnestness and grim poignancy. It is hard to believe he will not survive.

...sometimes I do actually forget that the person to whom I owe that love is a real person, complete in himself, not someone who should make do with some rather diffuse emotion which gradually resigns itself to its own fatal vagueness, as if that were a fate against which there were no possible appeal...

But appearances, while not always as deceptive as people say.

In this case, consulting the dictionary would simply mean discovering what one already knew, Dictionaries only provide information that is likely to be useful to everyone

Być może w świecie ślepców wszystko będzie wreszcie prawdziwe [...] A ludzie zaczną wreszcie być sobą, ponieważ nikt nie będzie się im przyglądał

..then he added, as if requiring a response to his own remark, 'Probably the greater the difference, the greater the similarity, and the greater the similarity, the greater the difference,' at that moment he did not yet know how right he was.

Cómo está Marta, preguntará él, Cansada, pero bien, responderé yo, y estas palabras también las andamos diciendo constantemente, no me extrañaría nada que cuando transitemos de este mundo hacia el otro todavía consigamos encontrar fuerzas para responder a alguien que se le ocurra la imbécil idea de preguntarnos cómo nos sentimos, Muriendo, pero bien, es lo que diremos.

No, I’ve never been to Galicia, Galicia is the land of others

• إن كنا غير قادرين على العيش ككائنات بشرية فدعونا على الأقل نفعل ما بوسعنا كي لا نعيش كالحيوانات تماماً.

News of the miracle had reached the doge's palace, but in a somewhat garbled form. the result of the successive transmissions of facts, true or assumed, real or purely imaginary, based on everything from partial, more or less eyewitness accounts to reports from those who simply liked the sound of their own voice, for, as we know all too well, no one telling a story can resist adding a period, and sometimes even a comma.

I can explain, There’s no need, I’ve been keeping regular track of your activities, and, besides, your notebook has been a great help to me, may I take the opportunity to congratulate you on the excellent style and the appropriateness of the language, I’ll hand in my resignation tomorrow, I won’t accept it.

Takav je običaj, ljudi govore stvari bez razmišljanja, ne štede reči pa šta bude, i ne pada im na pamet da se zaustave i razmisle o posledicama.

We are, more and more, our own defects and not our qualties. The Elephant's Journey

when I get to the end of what I’m saying, I have to believe in my having said it, that’s often all that’s needed just as water, flour, and yeast make bread.

Porque los libros del mundo, todos juntos, son como dicen que es el universo, infinitos.

Si daca nu merge in linie dreapta, cel putin stie destul de bine unde vrea sa ajunga.

Reprezentarea cea mai exacta a sufletului omenesc este labirintul. Acolo totul este posibil.

the map they are using does not indicate the village of Orce, how very inconsiderate on the part of the cartographers, I’ll bet they didn’t forget to indicate their own hometowns, in future they should remember how vexing it is for someone to check out his birthplace on a map only to find a blank space, this has given rise to the gravest of problems for those trying to establish personal and national identities.

As the days passed, it became noticeable, in a way that was, at first, imperceptible, that the word blank, as if it had suddenly become obscene or rude, was falling into disuse, that people would employ all kinds of evasions and periphrases to replace it. A blank piece of paper, for example, would be described instead as virgin, a blank on a form that had all its life been a blank became the space provided, blank looks all became vacant instead, students stopped saying that their minds had gone blank, and owned up to the fact that they simply knew nothing about the subject, but the most interesting case of all was the sudden disappearance of the riddle with which, for generations, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and neighbors had sought to stimulate the intelligence and deductive powers of children, You can fill me in, draw me and fire me, what am I, and people, reluctant to elicit the word blank from innocent children, justified this by saying that the riddle was far too difficult for those with limited experience of the world.

Non ti accetto, non ti perdono, ti voglio come sei e, se possibile, anche peggiore di adesso,Perché,Perché il bene che io sono non esisterebbe senza il male che sei tu, un bene che dovesse esistere senza di te sarebbe talmente inconcepibile che neppure io riesco a immaginarlo

C’è chi passa tutta la vita a leggere senza mai riuscire ad andare al di là della lettura, restano appiccicati alla pagina, non percepiscono che le parole sono soltanto delle pietre messe di traverso nella corrente di un fiume, sono lì solo per farci arrivare all’altra sponda, quella che conta è l’altra sponda. José Saramago, La caverna (2001).

News is nothing but words, and you can never really tell if words are news.

... anche nei mali peggiori è possibile trovare una porzione di bene sufficiente a sopportarli, i mali, con pazienza ....

Intotdeauna ajungem acolo unde suntem asteptati.

The only difference between life and death is that the living still have time, but the time to say that one word, to make that one gesture, is running out for them. What gesture, what word, I don't know, a man dies from not having said it, from not having made it, this is what he dies of, not from sickness, and that is why, when dead, he finds it so difficult to accept death. (Jose Saramago, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis, p 122)

Las propias palabras, que no son cosas, que sólo las designan lo mejor que pueden, y designándolas las modelan, incluso las que sirvieron de manera ejemplar, suponiendo que tal pudiera suceder en alguna ocasión, son millones de veces usadas y otras tantas desechadas, y después nosotros, humildes, con el rabo entre las piernas, como el perro Encontrado cuando la vergüenza lo encoge, tenemos que ir a buscarlas nuevamente, barro pisado que también ellas son, amasado y masticado, deglutido y restituido.

Three can eat as cheaply as two, the well-known arithmetic of resignation in any family where a child is expected, now one can say with even greater authority, Ten million can eat as cheaply as five, and with a quiet smile, A nation is nothing but a great big family.

... se prima di ogni atto ci mettessimo a considerarne tutte le conseguenze, a considerarle seriamente, anzitutto quelle immediate, poi le probabili, poi le possibili, poi le immaginabili, non arriveremmo neanche a muoverci dal punto in cui ci avrebbe fatto fermare il primo pensiero.

Who are my mother and brothers, my mother and brothers are they who believe me when I speak, they are the fishermen who know that when I join them, they will catch more fish than ever, my mother and brothers are they who do not have to wait for the hour of my death to take pity on my life.

i buoni e i cattivi risultati delle nostre parole e delle nostre azioni si vanno distribuendo, presumibilmente in modo alquanto uniforme ed equilibrato, in tutti i giorni del futuro, compresi quelli, infiniti, in cui non saremo più qui per poterlo confermare, per congratularci o chiedere perdono

The first blind man had begun by declaring that his wife would not be subjected to the shame of giving her body to strangers in exchange for whatever, she had no desire to do so nor would he permit it, for dignity has no price, that when someone starts making small concessions, in the end live loses all meaning. The doctor then asked him what meaning he saw in the situation in which all of them there found themselves, starving, covered in filth up to their ears, ridden with lice, eaten by bedbugs, bitten by fleas, I, too, would prefer my wife not to go, but what I want serves no purpose, ... I know that my manly pride, this thing we call male pride, if after so many humiliations, we still preserve something worthy of that name, I know that it will suffer, it already is, I cannot avoid it, but it is probably the only solution, if we want to live.

realmente por mucho que nos cueste reconocerlo, estas realidades sucias de la vida también deben ser contempladas en un relato, con la trip en sosiego cualquiera tiene ideas, discute, por ejemplo, si existe una relación directa entre los ojos y los sentimientos, o si el sentido de responsabilidad es consecuencia natural de una buena visión, pero cuando aprieta la barriga, cuando el cuerpo se nos desmanda de dolor y de angustias es cuando se ve el animal que somos.

The chronicler would abandon any idea of making a detailed report of all the other ills that are afflicting most of the nearly three hundred inmates being kept in this inhumane quarantine, but he could not fail to mention at least two cases of fairly advanced cancer, for the authorities had no humanitarian scruples when rounded up the blind and confining them here, they even stated that the laws once made is the same for everyone and that democracy is incompatible with preferential treatment. As cruel fate would have it, amongst all these inmates there is only one doctor, and an ophthalmologist at that, the last thing we need.

The cleaning woman could contain herself no longer, As far as I'm concerned, that's the boat for me, And who are you, asked the man, Don't you remember me, No, I don't, I'm the cleaning woman, Cleaning what, The king's palace, The woman who opened the door for petitions, The very same, And why aren't you back at the king's palace cleaning and opening doors, Because the doors I really wanted to open have already been opened and because, from now on, I will only clean boats, So you want to go with me in search of the unknown island, I left the palace by the door of decisions, In that case, go and have a look at the caravel, after all this time, it must be in need of a good wash, but watch out for the seagulls, they're not to be trusted, Don't you want to come with me and see what your boat is like inside, You said it was your boat, Sorry about that, I only said it because I liked it, Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.

...the name of the baby girl, the names of her parents and godparents, the date and hour of her birth, the street and the number of the apartment where she first saw the light of day and first felt pain, the same beginning as everyone else, the differences, great and small, come later, some of those who are born become entries in encyclopedias, in history books, in biographies, in catalogues, in manuals, in collections of newspaper clippings, the others, roughly speaking, are like a cloud that passes without leaving behind it any trace of its passing, and if rain fell from that cloud it did not even wet the earth. Like me, thought Senhor Jose. He had a cupboard full of men and women about whom the newspapers wrote almost every day, on the table was a birth certificate of an unknown person, and it was as if he had placed them both in the pans of a scale, a hundred on this side, one the other, and was surprised to discover that all of them together weighted no more than this one, that one hundred equaled one, that one was worth as much as a hundred.

Dios bendiga siempre a nuestros hijos pues a nosotros ya nos bendijo con ellos.” - José Saramago

I libri del mondo, tutti insieme, sono come dicono sia l'universo, inifiniti.

Cumprida a obrigação de proprietário preocupado com a segurança dos seus haveres, o arquiduque deu-se pressa em retirar-se, levando atrás de si, como sempre, a colorida cauda de pavão dos parasitas da corte.

Agora, porém, depois de trezentas léguas a andar, grande parte delas por caminhos que o diabo, apesar dos seus pés de bode, se negaria a pisar (...)

We may not possess the truth, because the trith does not exist, but we are the ones who have the power to say "No". "Yes" is the routine, commonplace response. The "No" is necessary to faace down the "Yes", which represents the hypocrirical consensus in which we all more or less live.

Jose Saramago remarks, "The human spirit, though, how often do we need to say it, is the favourite home of contradictions, indeed they do not seem to prosper or even find viable living conditions outside it."6

Na verdade, a um relógio tanto lhe faz, vai da uma às doze, o mais são ideias dos humanos.

É um velho costume da humanidade, esse de passar ao lado dos mortos e não os ver.

O certo e o errado são apenas modos diferentes de entender a nossa relação com os outros, não a que temos com nós próprios.