Yehuda Amichai Quotes

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

Every intelligent person, whether hes an artist or not - a mathematician, a doctor, a scientist - possesses a poetic way of seeing and describing the world.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be like barbed wire to keep out despair, hope must be a mine field.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.

A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.

What are you going to do now? You'll collect loves like stamps. You've got doubles and no one will trade with you. And you've got damaged ones.

The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.

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.

Tonight I think again of many days that are sacrificed for one night of love. Of the waste and the fruit of the waste, of plenty and of fire. And how painlessly-time.

God has pity on kindergarten children

The world of religion isn't a logical world; that's why children like it. It's a world of worked-out fantasies, very similar to children's stories or fairy tales.

I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.

Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

Now and then, I remember you in timesUnbelievable. And in places not made for memoryBut for the transient, the passing that does not remain.