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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.

Boris Pasternak

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
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
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
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.
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Believe Cruelty Grave Light Spirit Time
We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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Deep Forever One Liner Prison Time
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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Himself Modern Society Survival Writing
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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Act Circumstance Hope Misfortune Remember
It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object
No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
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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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears
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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Earth Freedom Love People Thinking Unique
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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Best Complication Expression Lyrics Poetry Possible Value
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

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