I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
CZESLAW MILOSZI think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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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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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Only 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.
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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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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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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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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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