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Wislawa Szymborska

Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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Knowledge Leadership Life Maintain Question Temperature
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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Beginning Creativity Humanity Kind Life Love Man Myself Understand
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
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Comic Remember Rich Talk Variety Yourself
Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.
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Boredom Human Love Misery Work
I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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Lost Mountain Myself Nature Oneself Place
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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Book Fashion Myself Old Past Reading Thinking Time
Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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Disappear Start Stay Stubborn Time
They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one’s behind me, anyway.
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Hard Myself Oneself Sentence
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Beginning Book Half Myself Open
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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Breathe Darkness Dreams Music Need Rhythm Spark
I’m drowning in papers.
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Drown Myself One Liner Paper Poet
I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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Angel Count Head Myself Sleep
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word
What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Existence People World
No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
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Feeling Good Morning Oneself

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