Clarice Lispector World Quotations

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.