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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

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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Beyond Country Death Equality Myself
Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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Break Enough Seek Solitary Truth
It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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Easy Great Heart Knock Life Missing Moments Yourself
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Genuine Happiness Life Share
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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Best Complication Expression Lyrics Poetry Possible Value
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
You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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Forever Myself Prison Yourself
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
That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Funny Myself Science Stomach
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
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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Believe Cruelty Grave Light Spirit Time
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
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

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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