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.
BORIS PASTERNAKI am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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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 is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.
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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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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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