Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
CZESLAW MILOSZA weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
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What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
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And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?
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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.
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