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.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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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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The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.
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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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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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I’ve always regretted that I’m made of contradictions. But, if contradiction is impossible to overcome, we have to accept both its ends.
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I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
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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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