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Octavio Paz Biography

Octavio Paz Lozano (Spanish pronunciation: [okˈtaβjo pas loˈsano], audio (help·info); March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998) was a Mexican poet and diplomat.

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Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.

Beggar, Beggars, Western, Writers, Writing

To love is to undress our names.

Love, Love Is, Names, Undress

Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.

Beauty, Completion, Desire, Love Is, Yearning

a human being is never what he is but the self he seeks.

Human, Human Beings, Humans, Seeks, Self

The world is born when two people kiss

Born, Kissing, People, Two, World

Light is time thinking about itself.

Light, Thinking, Time

When a society decays, it is language that is first to become gangrenous. As a result, social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings

Criticism, Decay, Firsts, Gangrenous, Result, Social

The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an inexorable process of adaptation certain principles, contained in brief formulas are endlessly repeated by the Press, the radio, the churches, and the schools, and by those kindly, sinister beings, the North American mothers and wives. A person imprisoned by these schemes is like a plant in a flowerpot too small for it he cannot grow or mature.

Inexorable, Men, Mother, Mothers, Press, School

Drugs are nihilistic: they undermine all values and radically overturn all our ideas about good and evil, what is just and what is unjust, what is permitted and what is forbidden.

Drug, Evil, Forbidden, Ideas, Overturn, Undermine

Poetry, in the past, was the center of our society, but with modernity it has retreated to the outskirts. I think the exile of poetry is also the exile of the best of humankind.

Humankind, Our Society, Past, Poetry, Society, Thinking

The woman who died night after night and her dying was a long goodbye, a train that never left.

Dying, Goodbye, Long, Night, Woman

To fight evil is to fight ourselves.

Evil, Fight, Fighting

The whole motley confusion of acts, omissions, regrets and hopes which is the life of each one of us finds in death, not meaning or explanation, but an end.

Death, Life And Death, Motley, Omission, Regret, Regrets

Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.

Clouds, Garden, Send, Wall, Wind

Revolt is the violence of an entire people; rebellion the unruliness of an individual or an uprising by a minority; both are spontaneous and blind. Revolution is both planned and spontaneous, a science and an art.

Art, Blind, People, Planned, Uprising

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

Arrival, Arrivals, Wait, Waiting

Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfill a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is made manifest and satisfied.

Acts, Desire, Erotic, Idea, Ideas, Manifest

To love is to battle, to open doors. The world changes if two can look at each other and see.

Changes, Doors, Look, Love, Two

The Mexican. . . is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.

Jokes, Mexican, Sleep, Steadfast, Toys

There can be no society without poetry, but society can never be realized as poetry, it is never poetic. Sometimes the two terms seek to break apart. They cannot.

Poetic, Poetry, Society, Sometimes, Two

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