All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKALet the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.
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Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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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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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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Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.
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No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.
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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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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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Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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I am a tarsier and a tarsier’s son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.
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