How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
BORIS PASTERNAKArt has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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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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At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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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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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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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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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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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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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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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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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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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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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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