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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.

Czeslaw Milosz

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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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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Acceptance Defect Endurance Human Introduction Material Oneself Passive
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
It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.
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Art Day Irony Myself Praise Thinking True Value
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
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
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
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
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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Acceptance End Impossible Regret
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
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
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
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
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
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

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