Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKAPoorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Whether you want it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin a political tone. your eyes a political color. You walk with political steps on political ground.
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And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.
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I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.
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No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one’s behind me, anyway.
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No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
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All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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