Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
CZESLAW MILOSZGrow 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.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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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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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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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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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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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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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 am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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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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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Forget 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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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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