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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

Czeslaw Milosz

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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Finding Growth Reality Small Travel Tree Truth
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Communication Experience Impossible Knowledge People
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
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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Branch Each Other Follow Line World
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
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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Nation People Poetry Save
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
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Fear Listening Night Wake Up Yourself
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

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

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