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.
BORIS PASTERNAKI hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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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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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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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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