30 Quotes by Tomas Tranströmer

In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings.

The gentle downward slope gets steeper and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.

No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.

Weary of all who come with words, words but no language,I make my way to the snow-covered island.The untamed has no words.The unwritten pages spread out on every side!I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.Language but no words.

You drank some darknessand became visible.

Death stoops over me.I'm a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.