José Saramago Short Quotes

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That night the blind man dreamt that he was blind.

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Worse still if that sameness should ever become total.

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What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over.

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Earthenware is like people, it needs to be well treated.

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[...], perhaps that's how you learn, by answering questions.

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Creating is always so much more stimulating than destroying.

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To me, the Bible is a book. Important, no doubt, but a book.

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

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A stomach accustomed to hunger is satisfied with very little.

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Each part in itself constitutes the whole to which it belongs.

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One of the great fallacies of our age is democratic discourse.

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Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions. Decisions make us.

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That it's possible not to see a lie even when it's in front of us.

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If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

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This is the stuff we're made of, half indifference and half malice.

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It is not pornography that is obscene, it is hunger that is obscene.

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Now we live in the empire of oil and money — the rest is disguise.

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

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Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.

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Even the strongest spirits have the moments of irresistible weakness,

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Lord knows why they depict death with wings when death is everywhere.

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I write to try to understand, and because I have nothing better to do.

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Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

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Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.

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Where do begin, he asked, Where you always have to begin, at the beginning,

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