Antoni Lange

All our blasphemies are only little prayers.

Antoni Lange (1861 or 1863 – 17 March 1928) was a Polish poet, writer and translator.

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• I gave myself up to you, gracious goddess
  And I believe it will decorate your temples
  like a precious jewel.
  • Vita Nova

• I was at god's order
  To looking for you in every woman's eye.
  • Vita Nova

• We pray to the grave, nothingness and plague.
  • Vox Posthuma

• Be — fight — feel the pain — and love the wounds!
  • Vox Posthuma

• All our blasphemies are only little prayers.
  • Vox Posthuma

• I loved life too much to lust for life.
  • Vox Posthuma

• Dead is the travel of all our travels.
  • Thinkings

• Dead is the cradle of everything.
  • "Thinkings"

• How many times have I created to destroy?
  • Vita Nova

• People souls — perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.
  • Loneliness

• There live Christ and Nero in our hearts.
  • Thinkings