Each time we try to express ourselves we have to break with ourselves. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The supreme value is not the future but the present. The future is a deceitful time that always says to us, 'Not… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Beyond happiness or unhappiness, though it is both things, love is intensity; it does not give us eternity but life, that second… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
...because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source. There… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Poetry, in the past, was the center of our society, but with modernity it has retreated to the outskirts. I think the… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
By diminishing the value of silence, publicity has also diminished that of language. The two are inseparable: knowing how to speak has… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Two bodies face to face Are at times two waves And the night is an ocean. Two bodies face to face Are… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“The art of the great historic civilizations never impress us as much as an Eskimo harpoon or a mask from the South… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
It may seem paradoxical to say that we have been expelled from the present, but it is a feeling we have all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Man, even man debased by the neocapitalism and pseudosocialism of our time, is a marvelous being because he sometimes speaks. Language is… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Every text is unique and, at the same time, it is the translation of another text. No text is entirely original because… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death; the walk with eyes… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
The religion of art, like the religion of politics, was born from the ruins of Christianity. Art inherited from the old religion the power… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
I thought that the world was a vast system of signs, a conversation between giant beings. My actions, the cricket's saw, the star's blink,… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
Changes are inseparable from democracy. To defend democracy is to defend the possibility of change; in turn, changes alone can strengthen democracy. — Octavio Paz Copy Share
It is not proper to project our feelings onto things or to attribute our own sensations and passions to them. Can it also be… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
“I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. ("The Blue Bouquet")” — Octavio Paz Copy Share
A glass pitcher, a wicker basket, a tunic of coarse cloth. Their beauty is inseparable from their function. Handicrafts belong to a world existing… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
“Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
“Two bodies face to face Are at times two waves And the night is an ocean. Two bodies face to face Are sometimes two… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
“...you are you and your body of steam, you and your face of night, you and your hair, unhurried lightning, you cross the street… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
