In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
BORIS PASTERNAKWe’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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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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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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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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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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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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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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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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If it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
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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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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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