Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
BORIS PASTERNAKArt 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.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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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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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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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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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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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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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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