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.
BORIS PASTERNAKIt is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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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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He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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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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If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.
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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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He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.
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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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The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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