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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.

Czeslaw Milosz

The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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End High Independent Ourselves Wisdom
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
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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Acceptance End Impossible Regret
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Children Memories Need Ourselves Save
Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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Acceptance Defect Endurance Human Introduction Material Oneself Passive
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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Existence Myself River Suffering
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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God Growth Hero Hurt Transformation
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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Belief Betrayal Death Judgement People Theory Thinking True
The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Enemy Generalization Man True
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
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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Myself Skills Strength Trace Wisdom Young
I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
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Custom Durable Language Myself
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.

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