The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
CZESLAW MILOSZConsolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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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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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.
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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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Language is the only homeland.
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The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.
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