No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKAIt’s a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor’s orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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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’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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Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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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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What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
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My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.
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We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.
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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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I’m drowning in papers.
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I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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