Top 100 Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
#2. Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at myself, from many different points of view. I think many poets have this duality.
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#3. So poets keep on trying, and sooner or later the consecutive results of their self-dissatisfaction are clipped together with a giant paperclip by literary historians and called their oeuvres.
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#4. God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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#5. How light the raindrop's contents are;
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
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#6. 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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#7. 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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#8. 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.
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#9. We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true. / But only into flesh and a broken whisper. / Into flesh and poetry.
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#10. They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.
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#11. 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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#12. I don't believe I have a mission. Sometimes I really have a spiritual need to say something more general about the world, and sometimes something personal.
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#13. 'There's nothing new under the sun': that's what you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself were born new under the sun.
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#15. In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
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#16. Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don't charge admission. Illusions are costly only when lost.
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#17. The track's all yours. We won't get in your way: by then we will have set off chasing ourselves rather than you.
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#18. I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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#19. within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti.
Stomping my feet for warmth
on the snow
the snow eternal.
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#20. At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn't possible to save mankind.
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#21. 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.
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#22. Woods disguised as woods alive without end, and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.
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#23. I've wanted to write about them for a long while,
but it's a tricky subject,
always put off for later
and perhaps worthy of a better poet,
even more stunned by the world than I.
But time is short. I write.
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#24. This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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#25. 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.
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#28. The joy of writing.
The power of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.
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#31. Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.
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#32. They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.
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#33. 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.
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#34. Animals don't even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down ... The conscious impulse to change one's appearance is found only among humans.
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#35. 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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#36. Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison. I am near, too near for him to dream of me.
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#37. Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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#38. Memories come to mind like excavated statues
that have misplaced their heads.
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#39. My choices are rejections, since there is no other way,
but what I reject is more numerous,
denser, more demanding than before.
A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss.
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#40. Take it not amiss, O speech, that I borrow weighty words, and later try hard to make them seem light.
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#41. 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.
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#42. 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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#43. The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
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#44. Every beginning, after all, is nothing but a sequel, and the book of events is always open in the middle.
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#45. When I mention somebody, that doesn't necessarily mean that I identify with him, personally or poetically. I'm extremely happy when I encounter poets who are different than I am. The ones who have their own distinct poetics provide me with the greatest experiences.
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#46. Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens. Who could stand to watch this kind of thing?
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#47. 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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#48. 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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#49. Lying in wait, set to pounce on the blank page,
are letters up to no good,
clutches of clauses so subordinate
they'll never let her get away.
From, The Joy of Writing, Wislawa Szymborska
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#50. Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
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#51. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
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#52. You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.
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#53. When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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#56. I've reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don't know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.
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#57. You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
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#58. I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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#59. Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!
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#61. 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.
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#62. Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.
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#63. When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it's part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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#65. 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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#66. History counts its skeletons in round numbers.
A thousand and one remains a thousand,
as though the one had never existed:
an imaginary embryo, an empty cradle,
...
emptiness running down steps toward the garden,
nobody's place in line.
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#67. I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life's wisdom.
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#68. What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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#69. A stone / which in its own archai, simpleminded way / sees life as a chain of failed attempts.
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#71. 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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#72. Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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#75. A thousand and one is still only a thousand. That one seems never to have existed: a
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#76. 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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#78. 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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#80. 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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#85. When they said he didn't exist, he couldn't die of grief, so he had to be born. He's already out there living somewhere; he blinks his little eyes and grows.
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#86. All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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#87. I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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#89. All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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#90. 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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#91. How should we live? someone asked me in a letter.
I had meant to ask him
the same question.
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#92. When I was young I had a moment of believing in the Communist doctrine. I wanted to save the world through Communism. Quite soon I understood that it doesn't work, but I've never pretended it didn't happen to me.
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#93. Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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#94. Four billion people on this earth
but my imagination is still the same.
It's bad with large numbers.
It's still taken by particularity.
It flits in the dark like a flashlight,
illuminating only random faces
while all the rest go by,
never coming to mind and never really missed.
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#95. You know, I'm worried about Szymborska. I wish she would stop smoking.
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#97. I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.
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#98. I let myself be invented, modeled on my own reflection in his eyes. I dance, dance, dance in the stir of sudden wings. The
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#100. I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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