Best 22 quotes of Yehuda Amichai on MyQuotes

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.

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.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

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

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.

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.

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

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 dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.

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

I was a very religious child - I went to synagogue at least once, sometimes twice, a day. And I remember my religiousness as good - I think religion is good for children, especially educated children, because it allows for imagination, a whole imaginative world apart from the practical world.

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Now and then, I remember you in times Unbelievable. And in places not made for memory But for the transient, the passing that does not remain.

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 followers of Korah, all of them in their rebellion against death, their mouths open till the last moment, praising and cursing in a single howl. Try, try to remember some details.