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
It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Technology is not an image of the world but a way of operating on reality. The nihilism of technology lies not only… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Reality is always at the edge of the abyss, hung from the thread of a thought.” — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Two opposing forces inhabit the poem: one of elevation or up-rooting, which pulls the word from the language: the other of gravity,… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
