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.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKANo day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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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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Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Even a graphomaniac is an extremely complicated person.
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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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In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
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I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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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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It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself.
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Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
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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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