Machado de Assis' most famous lines
The top 3 according to 4 votes from people: To the worm who first gnawed the cold flesh of my corpse I dedicate, as a fond remembrance, these posthumous memoirs. · The greatest sin, after the sin itself, is making the sin public. · Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out candles and fans bonfires.. (Updated Sep 22, 2024.)
The irony of Machado de Assis (1839–1908), Brazil's greatest writer, in lines that stuck, from The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas to Dom Casmurro and The Alienist, with the work of each.
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To the worm who first gnawed the cold flesh of my corpse I dedicate, as a fond remembrance, these posthumous memoirs.
The dedication of The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas (1881).
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The greatest sin, after the sin itself, is making the sin public.
Quincas Borba (1891).
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Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out candles and fans bonfires.
From the story «Miss Dollar» (1870).
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To the victor, the potatoes.
The philosophy of «Humanitism» in Quincas Borba (1891).
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Eyes like the undertow? Very well, like the undertow.
Bentinho on Capitu's eyes, Dom Casmurro (1899).
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We kill time; time buries us.
The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas (1881).
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Don't get annoyed if a kindness is poorly repaid: better to fall from the clouds than from a third floor.
The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas (1881).
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God is the poet. The music is Satan's, a young conductor with a great future, who studied at the conservatory of heaven.
The theory of life as an opera, Dom Casmurro (1899).
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There are philosophers who are, in short, unemployed tenors.
Dom Casmurro (1899).
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Whoever isn't a gentleman should at least look like one.
From the story «Polycrates' Ring».
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Science is my only occupation; Itaguaí is my universe.
Simão Bacamarte in The Alienist (1882).
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I had no children, I passed on to no creature the legacy of our misery.
The ending of The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas (1881).
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