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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.

Boris Pasternak

I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
BORIS PASTERNAK

Beautiful Fall Myself People Reveal Value Virtue
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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Art Risk Sacrifice Spiritual Thinking
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
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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Gift Greatness Life Ourselves
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
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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Art Death Life Meditation Occupation Realization
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 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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Heaven Kissing Myself Teaching
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Happiness Share
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
I 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.
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Freedom Light Myself People
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild
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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Calm Myself Reach Religious Stand World
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
No bad man can be a good poet.
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Bad Goodness Man One Liner Poet

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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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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