Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKAOut of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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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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Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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After every war someone has to tidy up.
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At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
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Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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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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