They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
BORIS PASTERNAKIt is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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.
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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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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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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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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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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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Art 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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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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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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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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I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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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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