More Quotes by José Saramago
Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?
The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.
There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.
Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions. Decisions make us.
A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.
As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.
Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.
Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered