All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
Wislawa SzymborskaRead
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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the painful yet beautiful heaviness of love and connection.
Wislawa Szymborska's quote captures the sensation of moving from a state of intimacy and connection, represented by the 'sleeper', to an awareness of one's bodily experiences, symbolized by the 'numb' arm and 'swarming pins'. It metaphorically describes how moments of closeness can lead to a mix of discomfort and profound realization, akin to fallen angels that embody both beauty and sorrow.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the complexities of romantic relationships.
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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.
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
Every new regulation concerning commerce or revenue; or in any manner affecting the value of the different species of property, presents a new harvest to those who watch the change and can trace its consequences; a harvest reared not by themselves but by the toils and cares of the great body of their fellow citizens. This is a state of things in which it may be said with some truth that laws are made for the few not for the many.
Sicknesses, losses, crosses, anxieties and disappointments seem absolutely needful to keep us humble, watchful and spiritual-minde d. They are as needful as the pruning knife to the vine and the refinerβs furnace to the gold.
Part of the function of memory is to forget; the omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday's.
...it's easier to hold to your principles 100% of the time than it is to hold to them 98% of the time.
We know that no algorithm can solve global poverty; no pill can cure a chronic illness; no box of chocolates can mend a broken relationship; no educational DVD can transform a child into a baby Einstein; no drone strike can end a terrorist conflict. Sadly, there is no such thing as 'One Tip to a Flat Stomach.'
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
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