But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
BORIS PASTERNAKI used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
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The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
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