Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
CZESLAW MILOSZWhen I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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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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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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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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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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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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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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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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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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