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.
CZESLAW MILOSZIf I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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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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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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Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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