Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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Wislawa Szymborska Famous Quotes & Sayings
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How light the raindrop's contents are;
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
Every beginning, after all, is nothing but a sequel, and the book of events is always open in the middle.
The track's all yours. We won't get in your way: by then we will have set off chasing ourselves rather than you.
No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
- three cheers for the ants.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
- three cheers for the ants.
In these lands you're a name to avoid, you're bound for defeat, you're a sign pointing out those who must be destroyed. At
Even if you bar my way,
even if you stare me in the face,
I'll pass you by on the chasm's edge, finer than a hair.
even if you stare me in the face,
I'll pass you by on the chasm's edge, finer than a hair.
Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don't charge admission. Illusions are costly only when lost.
They'll reenter their lives' cages, where love's tiger sometimes rages, but the beast's too tame to bite. We'll
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti.
Stomping my feet for warmth
on the snow
the snow eternal.
Stomping my feet for warmth
on the snow
the snow eternal.
Funny little thing. How could she know that even despair can work for you if you're lucky enough to outlive it. I'd
God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.
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.
keep saying that there's no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.
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.
I'm working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
'There's nothing new under the sun': that's what you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself were born new under the sun.
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
I let myself be invented, modeled on my own reflection in his eyes. I dance, dance, dance in the stir of sudden wings. The
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.
We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true. / But only into flesh and a broken whisper. / Into flesh and poetry.
But in the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it.
Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.
Take it not amiss, O speech, that I borrow weighty words, and later try hard to make them seem light.
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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.
No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.