Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
CZESLAW MILOSZIt was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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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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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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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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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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Language is the only homeland.
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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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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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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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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