Quotes from Wis?awa Szymborska

Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.

Um acaso cósmico. Um desvio singular. Distendido nas curvaturas, pesos, asperezas e movimentos!

So much world all at once--how it rustles and bustles! Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels, the flame, the flamingo, the flounder, the feather--

There's nothing more debauched than thinking. This sort of wantonness runs wild like a wind-borne weed on a plot laid out for daisies. Nothing's sacred for those who think. Calling things brazenly by name, risque analyses, salacious syntheses, frenzied, rakish chases after the bare facts, the filthy fingering of touchy subjects, discussion in heat--it's music to their ears.

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

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

And I possessed the gift of vanishing before astonished eyes, which is the richest of all. I am too close, too close for him to dream of me. I slip my arm from underneath his sleeping head— it's numb, swarming with imaginary pins. A host of fallen angels perches on each tip, waiting to be counted.

Dojela sem tudi, da je ljubezen do ?loveštva zelo nevarno ?ustvo, ker najpogosteje vodi v nasilno osre?evanje ljudi.

We read the letters of the dead like helpless gods, but gods nonetheless, since we know the dates that follow. We know which debts will never be repaid.

I RESTORE lost love. Act now! Special offer! You lie on last year's grass bathed in sunlight to the chin while winds of summers past caress your hair and seem to lead you in a dance. For further details, write: Dream.

De vreugde van het schrijven. De macht van vereeuwiging. De wraak van een sterfelijke hand.

And how can we talk of order overall when the very placement of the stars leaves us doubting just what shines for whom?

Myself, I'm quite embarrassed, I, a human.

Only what is human can truly be foreign. The rest is mixed vegetation, subversive moles, and wind.

?ycie pisze najbardziej oryginalne, najbardziej komiczne a jednocze?nie najbardziej dramatyczne scenariusze.

Goodness is helpless without wits

Moje znaki szczególne to zachwyt i rozpacz.

E sognerai che non occorre affatto respirare che il silenzio senza respiro è una musica passabile, sei piccolo come una scintilla e ti spegni al ritmo di quella.

Now enter, single file, the hosts who died early on, in Acts 3 and 4, or between scenes. The miraculous return of all those lost without a trace. The thought that they've been waiting patiently offstage without taking off their makeup or their costumes moves me more than all the tragedy's tirades.

Nie ma rozpusty gorszej ni? my?lenie.

Quatro bilhões de pessoas nesta terra, e minha imaginação é como era. Não se dá bem com grandes números.

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.