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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

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild
Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Finding Herself Move Stand Stop
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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Moments Oneself
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
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
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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Age Change Discover Existence Guest Ourselves Science Security Travel War World
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
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
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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Death Life Lose Necessary
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
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Conscience Embrace Fear Live
If it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
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Deep Electricity Love Pain Woman
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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Love Marriage Sacred Weakness
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking

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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