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José de Sousa Saramago est un écrivain et journaliste portugais, né le 16 novembre 1922 à Azinhaga et mort le 18 juin 2010 à Lanzarote . Il est le seul Portugais décoré du grand-collier de l'ordre de Sant'Iago de l'Épée et reste à ce jour l'unique auteur lusophone à avoir reçu le prix Nobel de littérature.

✵ 16. novembre 1922 – 18. juin 2010
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José Saramago citations célèbres

“Ces gens-là nous envient, disait-on dans les boutiques et les foyers, […], ils nous envient parce que chez nous personne ne meurt, et s’ils veulent nous envahir et occuper notre territoire c’est pour ne pas mourir eux non plus. En deux jours, à coups de marches forcées et de bannières flottant au vent, entonnant des chants patriotiques comme la marseillaise, le ça ira, le maria da fonte, l’hymne à la charte, le não verás país nenhum, la bandiera rossa, la portuguesa, le god save the king, l’internationale, le deuchland über alles, le chant des marais, le stars and stripes, les soldats s’en retournèrent aux postes d’où ils étaient venus et là, armés jusqu’aux dents, ils attendirent de pied ferme l’attaque. Les deux camps valeureux sont face à face, mais cette fois non plus le sang ne coulera pas jusqu'au fleuve. Et dites vous bien que ce ne fut pas voulu par les soldats de ce côté-ci, car eux avaient la certitude de ne pas mourir, même si une rafale de mitraillette les coupaient en deux. Encore que, poussés par une curiosité scientifique plus que légitime, nous devrions nous demander comment les deux parties séparées survivraient au cas où l’estomac serait d’un côté et les intestins de l’autre. Quoi qu’il en soit, seul un fou à lier s’aviserait de tirer le premier. Et, dieu soit loué, personne ne tira. Pas même le fait que plusieurs soldats de l’autre camp eussent l’idée de déserter dans l’eldorado où personne ne meurt n’eut d’autre conséquence que leur renvoi immédiat à leur lieu d’origine où un conseil de guerre les attendait déjà. Ce détail n’aura aucune incidence sur le déroulement de l’histoire riche en tribulations que nous relatons et nous n’en reparlerons plus, n’empêche que nous n’avons pas voulu le laisser enseveli dans l’obscurité de l’encrier.”

[…] Espérons qu’au moins les pauvres diables ne seront pas fusillés. Car alors nous serions fondés à dire qu’ils étaient allés chercher de la laine et étaient revenus prêts à être tondus.
Les intermittences de la mort (As Intermitcias da Morte), 2005

“Les premiers monuments funéraires étaient constitués pas des dolmens, des mégalithes et des menhirs, puis apparurent, comme une grande page ouverte en relief, les niches, les autels, les tabernacles, les cuves en granit, les bacs en marbre, les couvercles ouvragés ou lisses, les colonnes doriques, ioniques, corinthiennes, les cariatides, les frises, les acanthes, les entablements et les frontons, les fausses voûtes, les vrais voûtes, et aussi les pans de mur montés avec des briques superposées, les murs cyclopéens, les meurtrières, les rosaces, les gargouilles, les grandes fenêtres, les tympans, les pinacles, les dallages, les arcs-boutants, les piliers, les pilastres, les statues gisantes représentant des hommes en armure avec heaume et épée, les chapiteaux historiés et non historiés, les grenades, les fleurs de lys, les immortelles, les clochers, les dômes, les statues gisantes représentant des femmes aux seins comprimés, les peintures, les arches, les chiens fidèles couchés, les enfants emmaillotés, les porteuses d’offrandes, les pleureuses voilées, les aiguilles, les nervures, les vitraux, les tribunes, les chaires, les balcons, d’autres tympans, d’autres chapiteaux, d’autres arcs, des anges aux ailes éployées, des anges aux ailes tombantes, des médaillons, des urnes vides ou couronnées de flammes de pierre, ou laissant sortir un crêpe languide, des mélancolies, des larmes, des hommes majestueux, des femmes magnifiques, des enfants adorables fauchés dans la fleur de l’âge, des vieillards qui ne pouvaient plus attendre, des croix entières et des croix brisées, des échelles, des clous, des couronnes d’épines, des lances, des triangles énigmatiques, une insolite colombe marmoréenne, des bandes de pigeons authentiques volant en cercle autour de la nécropole. Et puis le silence. Un silence uniquement brisé de temps en temps par les pas de quelque amant de la solitude, occasionnel et soupirant, qu’une tristesse soudaine arrache aux environs bruyants où l’on entend encore des pleurs au bord d’une tombe et où l’on dépose des bouquets de fleurs fraîches, encore humides de sève, un silence qui traverse pour ainsi dire le cœur même du temps, ces trois mille ans de sépultures de toutes les formes, conceptions et configurations imaginables, unies dans le même abandon et la même solitude car les douleurs qui en sont nées un jour sont trop anciennes pour avoir encore des héritiers..”

Tous les noms (Todos os nomes), 1997

José Saramago: Citations en anglais

“Be content to bless each other, that is all the blessing you need, and how I wish that all blessings were so.”

José Saramago livre Baltasar and Blimunda

Abençoem-se antes um ao outro, é quanto basta, pudessem ser todas as bênçãos como essa.
Source: Baltasar and Blimunda (1982), p. 175

“Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.”

José Saramago livre The Cave

A vida é assim, está cheia de palavras que não valem a pena, ou que valeram e já não valem, cada uma que ainda formos dizendo tirará o lugar a outra mais merecedora, que o seria não tanto por si mesma, mas pelas consequências de tê-la dito.
Source: The Cave (2000), p. 28 (Vintage 2003)

“No life is without its lies.”

José Saramago livre Tous les noms

Source: All the Names (1997), p. 172

“[…] the skin is only what we want others to see of us, underneath it not even we know who we are, […]”

José Saramago livre Tous les noms

Senhor José's ceiling; p. 132
All the Names (1997)

“The man changed position, turned his back on the wardrobe blocking the door and let his right arm slide down toward the side on which the dog is lying. A minute later, he was awake. He was thirsty. He turned on his bedside light, got up, shuffled his feet into the slippers which were, as always, providing a pillow for the dog's head, and went into the kitchen. Death followed him. The man filled a glass with water and drank it. At this point, the dog appeared, slaked his thirst in the water-dish next to the back door and then looked up at his master. I suppose you want to go out, said the cellist. He opened the door and waited until the animal came back. A little water remained in his glass. Death looked at it and made an effort to imagine what it must be like to feel thirsty, but failed. She would have been equally incapable of imagining it when she'd had to make people die of thirst in the desert, but at the time she hadn't even tried. The dog returned, wagging his tail. Let's go back to sleep, said the man. They went into the bedroom again, the dog turned around twice, then curled up into a ball. The man drew the sheet up to his neck, coughed twice and soon afterward was asleep again. Sitting in her corner, death was watching. Much later, the dog got up from the carpet and jumped onto the sofa. For the first time in her life, death knew what it felt like to have a dog on her lap.”

José Saramago livre Death with Interruptions

Source: Death with Interruptions (2005), p. 172

“Our biggest tragedy is not knowing what to do with our lives.”

Nossa maior tragédia é não saber o que fazer com a vida.
During the opening lecture of the course Literature and power. Lights and shadows, in the University Carlos III in Madrid. As quoted by Marco Aurélio Weissheimer in the article Saramago prega retorno à filosofia para salvar democracia, na Agência Carta Maior. (January 19th, 2004)

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

José Saramago livre Blindness

Source: Blindness (1995), p. 126

“My problem in this situation is to know whether I should have blushed before or if l should be blushing now, I can recall having seen you blush once, When, When I touched the rose in your office, Women blush more easily than men, we're the weaker sex, Both sexes are weak, I was also blushing, How come you know so much about the weakness of the sexes, I know my own weakness, and something about the weakness of others.”

O meu problema, nesta situação, é saber se já deveria ter corado antes, ou se é agora que devo corar, Lembro-me de a ter visto corar uma vez, Quando, Quando toquei na rosa que estava no seu gabinete, As mulheres coram mais que os homens, somos o sexo frágil, Ambos os sexos são frágeis, eu também corei, Sabe assim tanto da fragilidade dos sexos, Sei da minha própria fragilidade, e alguma coisa da dos outros.
Source: The History of the Siege of Lisbon (1989), p. 219

“Fumbling in total darkness, they reached out to each other, naked, he penetrated her with desire and she received him eagerly, and they exchanged eagerness and desire until their bodies were locked in embrace, their movements in harmony, her voice rising from the depth of her being, his totally submerged, the cry that is born, prolonged, truncated, that muffled sob, that unexpected tear, and the machine trembles and shudders, probably no longer even on the ground but, having rent the screen of brambles and undergrowth, is now hovering at dead of night amid the clouds, Blimunda, Baltasar, his body weighing on hers, and both weighing on the earth, for at last they are here, having gone and returned.”

José Saramago livre Baltasar and Blimunda

Em profunda escuridão se procuraram, nus, sôfrego entrou nela, ela o recebeu ansiosa, depois a sofreguidão dela, a ânsia dele, enfim os corpos encontrados, os movimentos, a voz que vem do ser profundo, aquele que não tem voz, o grito nascido, prolongado, interrompido, o soluço seco, a lágrima inesperada, e a máquina a tremer, a vibrar, porventura não está já na terra, rasgou a cortina de silvas e enleios, pairou no alto da noite, entre as nuvens, pesa o corpo dele sobre o dela, e ambos pesam sobre a terra, afinal estão aqui, foram e voltaram.
Source: Baltasar and Blimunda (1982), pp. 255–256

“It’s is the old who age a day every hour”

José Saramago livre The Cave

Source: The Cave (2000), p. 85 (Vintage 2003)

“Consciences keep silence more often than they should, that's why laws were created.”

José Saramago livre Tous les noms

The Registrar
All the Names (1997)

“Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.”

José Saramago livre The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis

Source: The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis (1993), p. 47

“Ah, who will write the history of what might have been?”

Fernando Pessoa (as Álvaro de Campos), quoted by José Saramago in The Stone Raft (1986), p. 9
Misattributed

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

José Saramago livre Tous les noms

Source: All the Names (1997), p. 210

“Authoritarian, paralyzing, circular, occasionally elliptical, stock phrases, also jocularly referred to as nuggets of wisdom, are malignant plague, one of the very worst ever to ravage the earth. We say to the confused, Know thyself, as if knowing yourself was not the fifth and most difficult of human arithmetical operations, we say to the apathetic, Where there’s a will, there’s a way, as if the brute realities of the world did not amuse themselves each day by turning that phrase on its head, we say to the indecisive, Begin at the beginning, as if that beginning were the clearly visible point of a loosely wound thread and that all we had to do was to keep pulling until we reached the other end, and as if, between the former and the latter, we had held in our hands a smooth, continuous thread with no knots to untie, no snarled to untangle, a complete impossibility in the life of a skien, or indeed, if we may be permitted on more stock phrase, in the skien of life. … These are the delusions of the pure and unprepared, the beginning is never the clear, precise end of a thread, the beginning is a long, painfully slow process that requires time and patience in order to find out in which direction it is heading, a process that feels its way along the path ahead like a blind man the beginning is just the beginning, what came before is nigh on worthless.”

José Saramago livre The Cave

Source: The Cave (2000), p. 54 (Vintage 2003)

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