When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
CZESLAW MILOSZForget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
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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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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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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.
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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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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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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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What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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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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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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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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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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