Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.
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It's a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor's orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.
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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. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world.
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Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?
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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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All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.
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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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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.
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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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Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous "I don't know".
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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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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectively. I prefer my reader to take my poem and have a one-on-one relationship with it.
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All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest, most surprising and wild imagination is not as rich, wild and surprising as reality. The task of the poet is to pick singular threads from this dense, colorful fabric.
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I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.