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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.

Boris Pasternak

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Adventure Greatness Hero Madness Woman
During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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Existence Life Literature Poetry Stop
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying
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
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Happiness Share
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
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Burn Candle Deep Snow World
The unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.
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Deserve Immortal Life Loyalty Strong World
I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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Boredom Complication Death Impression Need
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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Gift Greatness Life Ourselves
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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Change Figure Life Principle
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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Art Beautiful Existence Joy Key Organic Serve
Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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Art Interest Moments Power
I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Forever I Love You One Liner Sanity Wild
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
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
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
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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Modern Paint Rare Translation Writing
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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Arms Beautiful Bold Draw Fall Gift Goodness Togetherness Yourself
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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Fools Generation Himself Talk Truth
Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Experience Notice People Remark
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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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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Enough Life Order Truth
Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Death Failure Love Murder One Liner

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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