Pizarnik Quotes & Sayings

Everything makes love with silence.
They promised me a silence
like fire, a house of silence.
Suddenly the temple is a circus
the light a drum. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Every word I write restores me to the absence of why I write what I wouldn't write if I allowed you to come here. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Like a poem that's aware
of the silence of things
you speak so as not to see me — Alejandra Pizarnik

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die? — Alejandra Pizarnik

Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors — Alejandra Pizarnik

Mouth sewn shut. Eyelids sewn shut. I forgot myself. The wind inside. Everything shut, and the wind inside. — Alejandra Pizarnik

I stored up the purest words
for making new silences — Alejandra Pizarnik

The world we know is dwarfed by the worlds we don't. Why not explore them all? Being out there in the wilderness, you have no idea what'll happen, really. It could be just you and this gorgeous night sky, or maybe you are surfing and some big ass wave comes at you, and if you don't ride that sucker, it'll put you under and have you for lunch, or you might turn a corner on a hike and there's some beautiful deer and her little fawn-- now that has meaning, all of those things, and I need more of that and less of trying to make money so I can pay bills to live in a way I just don't care about anymore. — Erica Ferencik

The night is the color of the eyelids of the dead. — Alejandra Pizarnik

what if that which ought to be doesn't exist — Alejandra Pizarnik

She undresses in the paradise
of her memory
she is unaware of the fierce fate
of her visions
she fears not knowing how to name
what does not exist — Alejandra Pizarnik

Behold space trembling like a great madman. — Alejandra Pizarnik

I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience. — John Bunyan

I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama. — Kate Adie

to write is to give meaning to suffering — Alejandra Pizarnik

Your voice
in this being unable to move away
from my gaze
things dispossess me
make of me a ship on a river of stones
if your voice is not
rain alone in my feverish silence
you unbind my eyes
and please
may you never stop
speaking
ever — Alejandra Pizarnik

An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself — Alejandra Pizarnik

You write poems
because you need
a place
where what isn't may be — Alejandra Pizarnik

I don't know about birds
nor do I know the history of fire.
But I believe that my solitude should have wings — Alejandra Pizarnik

And it's always the lilac garden on the other side of the river. If the soul should ask you if that is far from here, you should say, On the other side of the river, not this one, but the one over there. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Work bears a particular mark of man and of humanity, the mark of a person operating within a community of persons — Pope John Paul II

Turning the pages of crime novels it occurs to me to ask how it's possible to write so much without saying the word "pain," "life," or "anxiety." I reject this stupid dehumanization. The behaving without motive. The horrific shutting out of what is most vital or important. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Great men, great events, great epochs, it has been said, grow as we recede from them; and the rate at which they grow in the estimation of men is in some sort a measure of their greatness. — John Campbell Shairp

My words demand the silence of a wasteland. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Love is nothing but a Pentimento", she mumbled, not sure if he could hear her. "It looks like something from the outside, whie it's something totally different from the inside. And one can only understand this after some time, when the lie on the outside peels off. — Cameron Jace

I set a Google Alert for myself, and now I'm seeing people say my music influenced them and how great it is all the time. Sometimes I listen to this stuff that's supposed to be influenced by me, and I can't hear myself in it. But I'd rather they say it than not. — Giorgio Moroder

You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began — Alejandra Pizarnik