No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA
Memory at last has what I sought.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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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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All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
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We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.
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They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.
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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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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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Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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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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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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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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