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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

Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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Art Risk Sacrifice Spiritual Thinking
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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Character Force Goodness Myself Revolution Thinking
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
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
Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Man Power Resist Truth
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
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
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
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying
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
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
You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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Forever Myself Prison Yourself
All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Disappoint Greatness Life Mom
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Happiness Share
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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