Top 25 Quotes by Czeslaw Milosz of 85 - Page 4

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

Winter, Half, Mercy

"Before Majesty" by Czesław Miłosz, 1978.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

Czeslaw Milosz

Night, Branches, World

Czeslaw Milosz, “Meaning”

Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Czeslaw Milosz

Running, Spring, Water

Czeslaw Milosz, “Forget”

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

Czeslaw Milosz

Beach, Swimming, Flesh

Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?

Czeslaw Milosz

Sleep, Men, Fire

I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.

Czeslaw Milosz

Skills, Tears, World

"Hymn" by Czeslaw Milosz, 1935.

I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.

Czeslaw Milosz

Years, Hilarity, Language

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.

Czeslaw Milosz

Cutting, Two, End Times

Czeslaw Milosz (2017). “Selected and Last Poems 1931-2004”, p.133, Penguin UK

From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.

Czeslaw Milosz

Believe, Fate, Son

"Rescue". Book by Czeslaw Milosz, 1945.