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… — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege. — Yehuda Amichai Copy Share Image
