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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

Czeslaw Milosz

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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Calm Goodness Lost Oblivion Sin Yourself
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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Bone Flesh Myself Thinking
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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Demand Fear Himself Hope Precious Return See
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
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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Existence Myself River Suffering
From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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Believe Flame Knife Life Myself
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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Growth Hands Love Man Moon Weight
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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Achievement Allow Finish Oneself Reality Settle Thinking
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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God Growth Hero Hurt Transformation
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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Better History Inspirational Passion Reason Voice
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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History Myself Stupidity Volume
It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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Book. Philosophy Country Fate Influence Realization Time
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Beyond Line Side Sunset World

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