It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
CZESLAW MILOSZOnly a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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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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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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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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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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A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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