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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

Wislawa Szymborska

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Book Mindset Thinking Worst
Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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Blink Carry Funny Galaxy Moments
Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
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Beautiful Certain Confidence Life Time
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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Myself Poetry Point Talk
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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Action Demand Myself Poor Preparation Reality
I’m drowning in papers.
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Drown Myself One Liner Paper Poet
There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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Deep Hide Quite Spiritual
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
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Arrival Consequence Fact Practice
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
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth
Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Animal Appearance Conscious Different Human Oneself Try
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
Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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Operate Poet Spirit Talent
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
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

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