An unshared happiness is not happiness.
BORIS PASTERNAKThey don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.
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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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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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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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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
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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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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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