You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
CZESLAW MILOSZIn a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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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.
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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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It 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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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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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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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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You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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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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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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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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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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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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