Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
CZESLAW MILOSZLearning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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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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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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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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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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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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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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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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