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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

Boris Pasternak

Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Experience Notice People Remark
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
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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Calm Myself Reach Religious Stand World
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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Fate Feeling Heart Myself Sensitive
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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Death Life Lose Necessary
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object
Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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Art Interest Moments Power
We must discover security within ourselves.
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Discover Ourselves Security
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Happiness Share
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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Alone Isolation Moments Woman
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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Art Discover Extraordinary Literature People Word
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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Burn Candle Deep Snow World
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.
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Accustom Division Healing Sorrow Torture Wound

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

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