The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body. — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“Out of three or four in a room One is always standing at the window Hair dark above his thoughts Behind him the words… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence. — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring. — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“When you smile, serious ideas get exhausted. At night the mountains keep quiet beside you, in the morning the sand goes with you down… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“People use each other as a healing for their pain. They put each other on their existential wound, on the eye, on the cunt,… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“Spy (1973) Many years ago, I was sent to spy out the land beyond the age of thirty. And I stayed there and didn’t… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“Look, just as time isn't inside clocks love isn't inside bodies: bodies only tell the love.” — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
“Try to remember some details. For the world is filled with people who were torn from their sleep with no one to mend the tear, and unlike wild beasts they live each in his lonely hiding place and they die together on battlefields and in hospitals. And the earth will swallow all of them, good and evil together, like the… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share
Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege. — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
