Tomas Tranströmer Quotes
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.
It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.
I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.
I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings.
No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.
