Irony is the glory of slaves.
CZESLAW MILOSZFrom 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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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death – the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
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What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
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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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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?
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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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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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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 revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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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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And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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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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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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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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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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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.
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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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Language is the only homeland.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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