No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKAAt 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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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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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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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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Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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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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You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
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There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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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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What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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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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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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Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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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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