193 Quotes by Wisława Szymborska

within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti.Stomping my feet for warmthon the snowthe snow eternal.

We leven langer,maar minder nauwkeurigen in kortere zinnen.

No one feels good at four in the morning.If ants feel good at four in the morning—three cheers for the ants.

So what can they tell us, the writers of dream books,the scholars of oneiric signs and omens, the doctors with couches for analyses— if anything fits, it’s accidental, and for one reason only, that in our dreamings, in their shadowings and gleamings, in their multiplings, inconceivablings, in their haphazardings and widescatterings at times even a clear-cut meaning may slip through.

I am who I am.A coincidence no less unthinkablethan any other.I could have had differentancestors, after all.I could have flutteredfrom another nestor crawled bescaledfrom under another tree.Nature's wardrobeholds a fair supply of costumes:spider, seagull, field mouse.Each fits perfectly right offand is dutifully worninto shreds.

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.

Our times are still not safe and sane enoughfor faces to show ordinary sorrow.

You're still a young man/woman. It's not too late to learn hw to unwind. Who said you have to take it on the chin?

Here I am, Cassandra. And this is my city under ashes. And these are my prophet's staff and ribbons.And this is my head full of doubts.