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.
BORIS PASTERNAKBut what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.
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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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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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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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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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No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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We must discover security within ourselves.
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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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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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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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