Best It Is What It Is Quotes [2021]

It Is What It Is Quotes

If you wonder who the author of the famous phrase “It is what It is” is, you’re not the only one. This phrase is widely used and quoted in many situations. It is a great idiom that contains more than just a kernel of truth. In just a few words, this saying conveys a wide range of emotions. Here are the best It Is What It Is Quotes.

It Is What It Is Quotes

“What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.”

Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“Accept the universe

As the gods gave it to you.

If the gods wanted to give you something else

They’d have done it.

If there are other matters and other worlds

There are.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“I’m one of my sensations.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.

But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.

Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

(6/20/1919)”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,

And Spring came the day after tomorrow,

I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow.

If that’s its time, when else should it come?

I like it that everything is real and everything is right;

And I like that it would be like this even if I didn’t like it.

And so, if I die now, I die peacefully

Because everything is real and everything is right.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“Even so, I’m somebody.

I’m the Discoverer of Nature.

I’m the Argonaut of true sensations.

I bring a new Universe to the Universe

Because I bring the Universe to itself.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read

“I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.

Things are the only hidden meaning of things.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing,

And I look at flowers and I smile…

I don’t know if they understand me

Or if I understand them,

But I know the truth is in them and in me

And in our common divinity

Of letting ourselves go and live on the Earth

And carrying us in our arms through the contented Seasons

And letting the wind sing us to sleep

And not have dreams in our sleep.”

― Alberto Caeiro

“A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;

And the road didn’t become more beautiful or even more ugly.

That’s human action on the outside world.

We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pass by and we forget;

And the sun is always punctual every day.

(5/7/14)”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“Night doesn’t fall for my eyes

But my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes.

Beyond my thinking and having any thoughts

The night falls concretely

And the shining of stars exists like it had weight.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real — if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream — but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.”

― Álvaro de Campos

“On a whitely cloudy day, I get sad, almost afraid,

And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!

He’s stupid if he doesn’t know other people’s unhappiness is theirs,

And isn’t cured of the outside,

Because suffering isn’t like running out of ink,

Or a trunk not having iron bands!

There being injustice is like there being death.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.

But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.

Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?

But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.

No wind whatsoever brought you now.

Now you’re here.

What you were isn’t you, or else the whole rose would be here.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“It’s an already inside-outside,

The philosophers say it’s the soul

But it’s not the soul: it’s the animal or the man itself

In its way of existing.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“And since today’s all there is for now, that’s everything.

Who knows if I’ll be dead the day after tomorrow?

If I’m dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrow

Will be another thunderstorm than if I hadn’t died.

Of course I know thunderstorms don’t fall because I see them,

But if I weren’t in the world,

The world would be different —

There would be me the less —

And the thunderstorm would fall on a different world and would be another thunderstorm.

No matter what happens, what’s falling is what’ll be falling when it falls.

(7/10/1930)”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“I saw that there is no Nature,

That Nature doesn’t exist,

That there are hills, valleys, plains,

That there are trees, flowers, weeds,

That there are rivers and stones,

But there is not a whole these belong to,

That a real and true wholeness

Is a sickness of our ideas.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

Fernando Pessoa

“Les dieux sont ceux qui ne doutent jamais.”

― Fernando Pessoa

“It’s the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of life, with all the direct materiality of the child’s mind, and all the vital spirituality of hope and increase that exist in the body and soul of nescient childhood. Caeiro’s work is a dawn that wakes us up and quickens us; a more than material, more than anti-spiritual dawn. It’s an abstract effect, pure vacuum, nothingness.”

― Álvaro de Campos

“The amorous shepherd has lost his staff,

And his sheep are straying on the hillside,

And he didn’t even play the flute he brought to play because he was thinking so much.

No one came to him or went away. He never found his staff again.

Others, cursing at him, gathered his sheep for him.

No one had loved him, in the end.

When he got up from the hillside and the false truth, he saw everything:

The great valleys full of the same green as always,

The great distant mountains, more real than any feeling,

All reality, with the sky and the air and the fields that exist, is present.

(And once again the air, that he’d missed for so long, entered coolly into his lungs)

And he felt that the air was opening again, but with pain, a liberty in his chest.

(7/10/1930)”

― Alberto Caeiro, O Pastor Amoroso

“A kid thinking about fairy tales and believing in fairy tales

Acts like a sick god, but like a god.

Because even though he affirms that what doesn’t exist exists,

He knows things exist, that he exists,

He knows existing exists and doesn’t explain itself,

And he knows there’s no reason at all for anything to exist.

He knows being is the point.

All he doesn’t know is that thought isn’t the point.

(10/1/1917)”

― Alberto Caeiro

“If I talk about her like she’s a being

It’s because talking about her I need to use the language of men

Which gives personality to things,

And imposes a name on things.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“Praise be to God I’m not good,

And have the natural egotism of flowers

And rivers following their bed

Preoccupied without knowing it

Only with blooming and flowing.

This is the only mission in the World,

This—to exist clearly,

And to know how to do it without thinking about it.)”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

“Between what i see in a field and what I see in another field

There passes for a moment the figure of a man.

His steps go with “him” in the same reality,

But I look at him and them, and they’re two things:

The “man” goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,

And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.

I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.

How perfect that he is in him what he is — his body,

His true reality which doesn’t have desires or hopes,

But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“Nothing at all reminds us of something else when we pay attention to it.

Each thing only reminds us of what it is

And it’s only what nothing else is.

The fact that it’s it separates it from every other thing.

(Everything’s nothing without another thing that’s not it).”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“I was born subject like others to errors and defects,

But never to the error of wanting to understand too much,

Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect..

Never to the defect of demanding of the World

That it be anything that’s not the World.”

― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“You tell me I have to crush a field of babies to keep breathing? Sure. You say people who rely on me aren’t going to live unless I turn someone’s head into a bowl of gravy? I’m there. I don’t feel bad about it. I don’t think about it. It just is what it is. It’s survival.”

― Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead, Vol. 26: Call to Arms

Read more:

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *