Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
BORIS PASTERNAKIn life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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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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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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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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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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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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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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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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